It's cold outside
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And the paint's peeling off my walls
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There's a man outside
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In a long coat gray hair smoking a cigarette
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Now the light fades out
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And I wonder what I'm doing in a room like this
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There's a knock on the door
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And just for a second I thought I remembered you
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So now I'm alone
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And I can think for myself
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About little deals and s.u.'s
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And things I just don't understand
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Like a white lie that night
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Or a sly touch at times
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I don't think it meant anything to you
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So I open the door
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It's the friend that I'd left in the hallway
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Please sit down
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A candle-lit shadow on the wall near the bed
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You know I hate to ask
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But are friends electric?
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Only
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Mine's broken down
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And now I've no one to love
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So I found out your reasons
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For the phone calls and smiles
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And it hurts and I'm lonely
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And I should never have tried
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And I missed you tonight
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So it's time to leave
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You see this meant everything to me
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Are 'Friends' Electric? 2.0
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