Another night with open eyes, too late to sleep, too soon to rise. You're short of breath, is it a heart attack? Hot and feverish you face the fact.
You're in love and it feels like shame because she's gone and made a fool of you in public again. You're in love and it feels like pain because you know there's too much truth in everything she claims.
So ask yourself now Can you forgive her if she wants you to? Ask yourself Can you even deliver what she demands of you?
You drift into the strangest dreams of youthful follies and changing teams. Admit you're wrong, oh, no, not yet. Then you wake up and remember that you can't forget.
She's made you some kind of laughing stock because you dance to disco and you don't like rock. She made fun of you and even in bed said she was gonna go and get herself a real man instead.
So ask yourself now Can you forgive her if she begs you to? Ask yourself Can you even deliver what she demands of you? Or do you want revenge? But that's childish, so childish.
Remember when you were more easily led behind the cricket pavilion and the bicycle shed. Trembling as your dreams came true you looked right into those blue eyes and knew.
It was love and now you can't pretend, you've forgotten all the promises of that first friend. It's bad enough she knows how you feel but she's not prepared to share you with a memory.
So ask yourself now Can you forgive her if she begs you to? Ask yourself Can you even deliver what she demands of you?
Ask yourself now Can you forgive her if she begs you to? And ask yourself Can you even deliver what she demands of you? Or do you want revenge? But that's childish, so childish.