Is it all so very simple And horribly complex You're suffering And there's nothing coming next
Your mom smokes in the kitchen Her voice a cutting drown They're creeping out, you pass the bar Your father's second home That leaves you on your own
Nights I'd often watch you Float across the ground Out the gate to the motorway What secrets have you found?
You had to know I wanted Something from you then Too young to know just what it was Something more than a friend Is that you at the end
Well, you play in the street at night You blow like a broken kite My girl, you're giving up the fight Are you gonna let these Americans Put another dent in your life?
My mother says your dirty They're gonna find you dead But have you got that final chapter Written in your head
Cause every single story Is a story about love Both the overflowing cup And the painful lack thereof You got the heart of a dove
But you play in the street at night You blow just like a broken kite My girl, you're giving up the fight You'll have to lose all them childish notions If you're gonna let these American boys Put another dent in your life
You play in the street at night You blow just like a broken kite My girl, you're giving up the fight You'll have to lose all them childish notions Are you gonna let these Americans Put another dent in your life?