Last night at 17th
By the corner of Lance & Last's
I watched from outside
What belongs in the past
You moving cross the floor
With hands all over her
Can't breathe
And heart and hands are cold
So let's not analyze
Or verbalize
These dried-out eyes
We'll be better off, you see
In history, in disguise
I'm almost at your feet
Like so many times before
All the restless days and nights
With heart on the floor
And what I do to me
By coming here tonight
Is mean, my heart and hands are cold
So let's not analyze
Or verbalize
These dried-out eyes
We'll be better off, you see
In history, in disguise
So let's not compromise
Or analyze
These worn-out lies
What you're giving me
You sure can't offer her
No sorry dried-out eyes
Will get you this girl
I turn around to leave
As so many times before
But now, it's different
Nevermore
So let's not analyze
Or verbalize
These dried-out eyes
We'll be better off, you see
In history, in disguise
So let's not compromise
Or analyze
These worn-out lies
We'll be better off, you see
In history, in disguis