I've kept my head against the wall I've been this way for so long now You weren't exactly falling over yourself When last I saw you Well I always thought We'd get along like a house on fire Until you told me that I'd have to go How can someone like you work that slow
Whatever you think of me You listen hard and I will make you see Whatever you think of me You listen hard and I will make you see
I don't feel anything no more This state of grace is consuming me I'm not grown up and I am not a boy I feel no pain and I feel no joy Well I always thought We'd get along like a house on fire In those days when the sun was warm I ran in the street where I was born
Whatever you think of me You listen hard and I will make you see Whatever you think of me You listen hard and I will make you see
The streets are so empty at this time of night I'd rather walk on my own than fight In a world where I'd forgotten you I found myself forgotten, too That's the danger of believing books And all the lies of those thieves and crooks We sing intellectual songs of love From a stolen pen to a velvet glove.