underneath the yellow lights
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i tried to be standoffish
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but you said it wasn't the thought
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that could count anymore
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if we ever had a pact
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well, i'm sure i broke it that night
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honest feelings covered up by
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more important things to do
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and my heart of ice is harder to break
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than one that's soft and warm
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if i had a hammer i'd do it myself
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just to make it easier on you
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i put you on my fix-it list
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next to my broken armchair
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i never use it anymore
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but it sure beats facing you..
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you cried as i thought that i could run
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just to get away from all this
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all the screwballs down the drain
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along with all our scruples
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farther down the whole we
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couldn't dig ourselves out
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underneath the yellow lights
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my vision's getting lazy
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but it took a while to find out
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just what we couldn't see
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Yellow Lights
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