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She sits in the corner
Where it's reasonably quiet
Drinking coffee with cream
Thinking stories of young love
She calls to the waiter
ââ¬Â½Won't you lend me some time?
You can sit by my side
And I'll let you be friends with mineââ¬Â
The cafe is old
But the candlelight's new
She orders Beaujolais wine
And says, ââ¬Â½I've thought of you tooââ¬Â
She whispers, ââ¬Â½Isn't it odd
You remind me of songs
That I'd rather forget
Like feelings I longed forââ¬Â
ââ¬Â½You haunt me inside
Sometimes I recall
Question mistakes
Who grew to nothing at allââ¬Â
I hear voices that cry
And one of them's mine
All the things I could say
Are the reasons I can't
She says, ââ¬Â½I've seen you before
In thoughts I call 'Son'
Like an old film with sound
When the link comes undoneââ¬Â
The waiter is me
And the woman is you
And we are the story
Just like others I knew
- Album:
- From Inside
- Splinter (Songs from a Broken Mind)
- Dead Moon Falling
- Dead Son Rising
- Miscellaneous
- The Pleasure Principle
- Tubeway Army
- Jagged Edge
- Crazier
- Live In London
- Big Noise Transmission
- Live At Shepherds Bush Empire
- 80s Post Punk
- Retro Electro
- Here in the Black – Live at Hollywood Forever Cemetery
- Terrestrial Channels
- The Pleasure Principle (Expanded Edition)
- Living Ornaments ‘81
- Living Ornaments ‘79
- The Skin Mechanic (Live)