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