Had a fight at the table I didn't think it would end I Didn't think I'd be able To go on and pretend I been having a good time I didn't want you to go
I know what it is you're thinking But baby, it's sacred to me Whenever I feel like I'm sinking You make a beautiful scene You don't lie to me And I wouldn
Every night I tell myself, "I am the cosmos, I am the wind" But that don't get you back again Just when I was starting to feel okay You're on the phone
You hurt me yesterday I didn't know what to say You didn't have to be so mean You didn't have to make a scene You don't have to be so cruel You made me
I'm off the street I'm all alone I just can't think What I've been doing wrong I know you're mine He treats you nice It's suicide I know, I tried it twice
There was a light So dear to me I wanted to live There was a time So near to me I asked you to give your life to me If it's a sign Sent down to me I'm
You hurt me yesterday I didn't know what to say You didn't have to be so mean You didn't have to make a scene You don't have to be so cruel You made
They say my love for you ain't real But you don't know how real it feels All I want to do Is to spend some time with you So I can hold you, hold you Your
When I look though your eyes I tend to get bitter Maybe I'm best advised To look to myself I fall every time Though I know she lies I can't stay away
They say my love for you ain't real But they don't know how real it feels All I want to do Is to spend some time with you So I can hold you, hold you
Look up, look up You'll see the sky Look up, look up He's the life Waiting to love you Wanting to reach you Look up, look up You'll see the sky The man
Whatever it is you're thinking Sit down and let's give it a try You know that I'll always listen But sometimes I'm wondering why You don't lie to me And
I got kinda lost I got kinda lost I got kinda lost in giving I got kinda lost And what can I say Feeling the way I do I'm trying to get it across to you
Won't you let me walk you home from school? Won't you let me meet you at the pool? Maybe Friday I can, Get tickets fro the dance, And I'll take you,
Translation: Chris, Bell. Riiiot!.
Translation: Chris, Bell. Lipstick.
Translation: Heatmiser. Thirteen By Alex Chilton/chris Bell.
