Woorden: Metric. Siamese Cities.

I said, I'm sorry to change my mind
It was a little bit cold that night
I was dreading the ride back to little Italy
And needing to hide out from my mind

When you walk, you move like Moses
When you look, you look like Red Roses
Every day breaks bitter river, was a flood
Why do you leave me inbetween siamese cities

I saw the sky and you, what do you see in me
This rubbermaid's had better days
Shaken out, static anonymity
Vanity, don't let war die down

When you take, you turn me over
From the street, rock radio plays crimson and clover
Wvery day breaks, bitter river was a flood
Why do you leave me inbetween siamese cities?

When you walk, you move like Moses
When you look, you look like red roses
Every day breaks, bitter river was flood
Why do you leave me?
Why you leave me?
Why you leave me inbetween siamese cities?

sha la la la
sha la la la

She is shaken out static anonymity
She is shaken out static anonymity
She is shaken (temporarly)
She is shaken (temporarly)
She is shaken out, static anonymity
She is shaken out, static anonymity