By nature you are quiet
Your shyness leaves your wisdoms on the floor
And if I want to hear you talk I,
See you when you're under your favourite spell
And I always thought that there were
Tears in your cup
But years went by and I never heard you cry
It's you and the Yardbirds, you on your own
drinking wine
And I can't turn the volume down
Now it's anything and more for your love
And why would I deny you the fun?
Expelled the Marxist ghost
The cynical consumerist remains
I suppose I want to be depressed when I
See you when you're under your favourite spell
And I always thought that there were
Tears in your cup
But years went by and I never saw you cry
It's you, Ten Years After and a
bottle of scotch
In your tobacco jacket out in the cold
You raise your glass and indulge in Love like a man
I let it go
And why would I deny you the fun?
Why would I deny you the fun?
It's you and the Stones now sharing
some alcohol
You'll have whatever Keith has
And I always thought that there were
Tears in your cup
You're Under a blanket, out in the cold
Sing along will you, this will be the last time
I let it go, why deny you the fun?
I let it go, why deny you the fun?