[barry swedgin]

Ive kept my head against the wallIve been this way for so long nowYou werent exactly falling over yourselfWhen last I saw youWell I always thoughtWed get along like a house on fireUntil you told me that Id have to goHow can someone like you work that slowWhatever you think of meYou listen hard and I will make you seeWhatever you think of meYou listen hard and I will make you seeI dont feel anything no moreThis state of grace is consuming meIm not grown up and I am not a boyI feel no pain and I feel no joyWell I always thoughtWed get along like a house on fireIn those days when the sun was warmI ran in the street where I was bornWhatever you think of meYou listen hard and I will make you seeWhatever you think of meYou listen hard and I will make you seeThe streets are so empty at this time of nightId rather walk on my own than fightIn a world where Id forgotten youI found myself forgotten, tooThats the danger of believing booksAnd all the lies of those thieves and crooksWe sing intellectual songs of loveFrom a stolen pen to a velvet glove