Its easy to put it all in a box.
Watch it fester and grow and rot.
Like the big black suitcase that lives
Under my eyes.
Me to you was the gentleman at the door and nothing more.
You always had it your way
But you never saw it quite the same
On a one man mission to the moon
Don't come back, don't come back soon
In your mind lives your mother in a rocking chair
Back and fourth shaking her head giving you a glare.
Tut tut tut you should have been much wiser
My darling my dear.
Me to you was the gentleman at the door and nothing more.
You always had it your way
But you never saw it quite the same
On a one man mission to the moon
Don't come back, don't come back soon
And I heard a whisper on the silver screen
We only accept the love we think we deserve
So it turns out all along it was my head drowning
Me in my bed
Coz me to you was the gentleman at the door and nothing more.
You always had it your way
But you never saw it quite the same
On a one man mission to the moon
Don't come back, don't come back soon.