It's
strange the way that past seems always fine
while the
present wears me down and time and time
and time
lies heavy over me as it does over you
and the
distance and what you said I know it wasn't true.
Every hour
every minute is like a hundred years
and the
pain I feel is measured not in inches but in tears,
so woman,
friend or foe,
just hold
me close and please don't let me go.
Well, my
life now is ok in the morning in the day
but the
night is long the night is sad
and that’s
when I have dreams I know you never had,
I know that
I was wrong, I know that I was bad
so baby,
baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby,
won't you
come this way?
I'm walking
down the street,
I see the
people that meet each other
they kiss
and talk and talk and kiss and talk
but I feel
so alone.
And the
world is made of stone
and
everybody’s freezing to the bones
even known
it might be warm,
even known
it isn't cold.
It's
strange the way that past seems always fine
while the
present wears me down and time and time
and time
lies heavy over me as it does over you
and the distance and what you said I know it wasn't true.
and the distance and what you said I know it wasn't true.