In the lonely night
In the blinking stardust of a pale blue light
You're comin' thru to me in black and white
When we were made of dreams.
You're blowing down the shaky street,
Not one more night, not one more kiss,
Not this time baby, no more of this.
Takes too much skill, takes too much will.
It's too revealing.
You came, you saw, just like the law
You married young, just like your ma,
You tried and tried, you made me slide
You left me reelin'
with this feelin'.
On the rising curve
