Running to the station And you're feeling just like Ray Liotta Eyes are blacker than your shades You're wearing pretty thin Tearing through the crowd
( On a tuesday French Version ) J'ai un message tu veux me revoir, Je sais comme ca qu'il doit etre vendredi, Ca fait longtemps qu'on s'est pas defonce
Why talk for hours? I'd rather everything remained unsaid And I see shadows So I hide away What are you thinking now? I wonder As you stand forlorn Against
've got pockets full of Kleenex and lint and holes Where everything important to me Just falls right down my leg And on to the floor My closest friend linoleum Linoleum
now She cries Alive Suddenly she is down on all four And the walls will support her no more Cries her eyes out like never before Onto this linoleum
So What? So What? I've got pockets full of lint and holes Where everything important to me Just seems to fall right down my leg And onto the floor My closest friend, linoleum...linoleum
I've got pockets full of Kleenex and lint and holes Where everything important to me Just falls right down my leg And on to the floor My closest friend linoleum Linoleum
I got a message says that you wanna know me That's how I know today it must be a friday It's been a while since we were last wasted Funny how you never
You sat down Staggered out You're acting strange And I feel tense As I can sense That you're insane Your eyes on fire Burning bright Your lips are wet
Stay awhile if you want Don't wanna see you go We can sit here not moving Hardly talking Not alone If you want to pretend Everything is alright Then
She says Why don't you let me take you home He's bored And doesn't want to sleep alone She'd like another drink And he's blinded by her clothes They
Why can't you see those hands are cold are grey When her imperfections hide away And in the half-light you can Barely see that face Maybe it's better
I think that you should know What's over your face And three weeks in a row is too much Why come to this place Maybe it's time to go I'm looking afright
The room's spinning again She can't seem to remember getting into this mess Don't try and pick her face up off the floor And all the while she waits
I should warn you, keep away I'm seeing things in a twisted way, Anyway, And tonight, I'll be a nightmare. I see your face in a different light Tonight
I painted it blue It reminds me of you Blue like the skies that I saw in your eyes But I pictured them red as you dwelled in my head As you I look over