Saphire earings in the one hand Long stemmed rose and cash in the other Got one last kiss on her forehead Wonder what she's going to tell mother Out the window to the alley Join the sidewalk crowd and dissapear Take the last train to Marseilles
Theres not much more to discuss There's you and me but there's no us So if you would just get out of the way. I'm not sure where I'm going to go What I'll do but this I know That if I don't write then I'm OK
France is grey and needs a shower Waves of fog roll by my window and I could sleep for days on end, but I keep hearing voices that I know Strange, this train car makes me nervous Even though I've got it to myself Feels like someone watching me
I'm sure people have their talks Say there's no folks anyone(?) But it makes no difference what they say We had four whole months of fun and you don't cook it when you're done and if I don't write then I'm okay.
Saphire earings in the one hand Long stem rose and cash in the other Got one last kiss on her forehead Wonder what she's going to tell mother Out the window to the alley Join the sidewalk crowd and dissapear Take the last train to Marseilles
I'm sure people have their talks Say there's no folks anyone(?) But it makes no difference what they say We had four whole months of fun and you don't cook it when you're done and if I don't write then I'm okay.
Some things just fall apart with time Stop acting like i committed some crime If i don't write, then i'm alright, i'm ok I'm ok, i'm ok, i'm ok...