These empty feelings.
And late night dealings.
I've no more wishes.
Just obstinate ideas,
About the girl sat opposite to me.
I'll never get to know you.
So there's little point in trying.
I've no more wishes.
Just obstinate ideas,
About the girl sat opposite to me.
The city is spead-eagled,
Eyes down to the drop,
Of all your slopes,
Side step on crowds,
Information, education or...
The reddish mouth,
The reddish hair.
You said I loved the idea of you.
The reddish mouth,
The reddish hair.
You said I loved the idea of you.