I feel so straight, look so slow
Just you wait till I get you home *
What did i think you'd know
The colours bleeds to black
Say you can't let go
Then you're never coming back
You watch yourself when you talk to me
Aren't what i thought they'd be
The radios are red, made a mess of me
And so i'm walking home instead
Sweet like apples, I pulled you
Would never pull you through
The greed and all the gain
Made a mess of you, now we'll never be the same
Ab * *
But I have not the gall
The wisdom or the guile
We walked into that ball
And then we disappeared in style
On 86 tv's, On 86 tv's, On 86 tv's, On 86 tv's
You watch yourself when you talk to me
