sometimes the sky looks dirty
just before it rains
afterwards, the sun falls on my feet
your body
I hardly remember how it feels
dunno how we looked before we fell asleep
(asleep...)
believe me
I dont want to feel the way I do
and I know you need someone, too
to feel you
one wholl let his lips just light your eyes
someone to make you feel just ilke floating
have you ever read 'The Servant'?
have you ever sang along
to the lines of 'Hand In Glove'
as if they were your own?
do you wear the ring i gave you?
have you seen the photograph
of you and me in paris?
oh, look into my eyes
say I did not love you
say that I was cruel
ask me to believe you
claim that Im a fool
sure, I do forgive you
but how will I forget...?
when sun fall son my feet