We only said goodbye with words I died a hundred times You go back to her And I go back to I go back to He left no time to regret Kept his lips wet With his same old safe bet

That's my house and that's my car There's the window to the room Where she lays her pretty head I planted that tree out by the fence Not long after we moved in That's my kids and that's my wife Who's that man, runnin' my life Turn left at the old hotel I

It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well I walked through the door with you, the air was cold, But something 'bout it felt like home somehow and I Left my scarf there at your sister's house, And you still got it in your drawer even now. Oh,

I don't know why I didn't come My heart is drenched in wine But you'll be on my mind I waited 'till I saw the sun I left you by the house of fun When I saw the break of day I wished that I could fly away Instead of kneeling in the sand

We only said goodbye with words I died a hundred times You go back to her And I go back to I go back to He left no time to regret Kept his dick wet With his same old safe bet

Resurrected Living in a lighthouse The lions and the lambs ain't sleeping yet I'm serving time All for a crime I did commit You want the truth? You know I'd do it all again Left for dead Heaven is only in my head!

I struggle for the words and then give up My head's up with the birds and the seagulls A little piece of mind that I know better Than the plain disgrace of all my letters I broke into your house last night And left a note at your bedside I'm far too shy

I've been gone Here I am all alone again tonight In this old empty house It's hard to learn what you don't think you need You can't live without Never leave the sound of the telephone But ever since you left Gone crazy, goin' out of my mind

If you keeping your promise, I'm keeping mine Oh I'm jealous Sometimes I want to walk in your shoes I'm in my penthouse half naked I cooked this meal for you naked So where the hell you at Just one shot left of this drink, in this glass Don't make me

Hey, little rich girl where did you go wrong? You left for London, when you were nineteen I bought you a fur coat when you were fifteen You wore it to the disco, where everyone was in jeans But you were just a rich girl, and only having fun Your worn out