You don't have to deny your urge, On our admission the make weight's lifted, Stop dwelling on the past.
I think about the three of us, I wonder how we tesselate, It would have been much wiser, To allow these feelings to abate.
Empty words so free of connotations, All dreams come to an end. Codify your utterance, communicate your needs,
My nervous system fails me, My thoughts are becoming fugitive, And when I'm in your arms, I wonder how much I can give.
The weekend is a Godsend, The night time is a lifeline, The pinkness round your iris, Reveals that you've been crying, But I don't know what my crime is, I cause upset without trying.
People are judged on their mistakes, And how much money that they make. No-one wants to lose their youth,
Visiting the same places, Kissing all the same faces,
I empty out my pockets at the end of the Night, Another scrawled first name,
Before I fail myself again, We got too close that night, And I reached out for your hand.
The night time is a lifeline, The weekend is a God send, Oh but the pinkness near your iris, Reveals that you've been crying, But I don't know what my crime is, Behind my crumbling veneer.
My heart strings are snapping,
My heart strings are snapping,