|
The words of love are not enough |
|
Though sweet as wine, as thick as blood |
|
Passionless moments and we are homeless |
|
Out on the street |
|
|
|
But life is cool and things aren't bad |
|
Got what he wants, lost what he had |
|
He's soon adjusted and got accustomed to these new ways |
|
|
|
Blame God, how can you loose |
|
Singing such sweet rhythm and blues |
|
Strange days, she said to me |
|
Being in love don't mean you're free |
|
|
|
But night reveals what daytime hides |
|
Who lingers on, who sleeps outside |
|
The soft seduction, the strong attraction |
|
Somewhere downtown |
|
|
|
A junkie's song, a dancer's knees |
|
The laws of chance strange as it seems |
|
Take us exactly where we most likely need to be |
|
|
|
A junkie's song, a dancer's knees |
|
The laws of chance strange as it seems |
|
Take us exactly where we most likely need to be |
