Without you her anguish grows You're living with your life on hold When all she wants is a little of your time She doesn't want to cause you pain Or make
Without you her anguish grows You're living with your life on hold When all she wants is a little of your time She doesn't want to cause you pain Or
the 4th floor up, it's like a living hell New York's finest rounding up the bums, the firemen get no rest And ambulances signal death on Central Park
Translation: Ian Hunter. Central Park N' West.
