I can't sing no song of hope As my guitar lies bleeding in my arms I can't write a love song the way I feel today I've got nothing to say Misery likes company I like the way that sounds I've been trying to find the meaning So I can write it down Staring

I want to play with your poodle Can I play with your poodle? I mean your little poodle dog! I wanna play with your poodle Now lend an ear folks while I sing this song Don't get mad, I don't mean no harm! Yes, that little poodle got a long shaggy tail

Then it's just a sad song that's too sad to sing I don't know how to write you a song That says, I'm sorry, I know I was wrong I can't find the words that don't make it cheap It's right on the verge and just out of reach It must be a sad song with a blue

Black tambourine Black hearts in effigy We sing a song that was hated All dressed in rag and bones Sharks smell the blood that I'm bleeding I know there's something wrong Might take a fire to kill it Might take a hurricane

La-la-ly, la-la-ly, la-la-ly-ly I'm slaying like the queen of swords I can be like a raging storm (La-la-ly, la-la-ly, la-la-ly-ly) Don't go asking me for apologies I'll sing 'till you hear my song This time you better believe that there's No way I'm

Yeah, it's always better when we're together Well, it's always better when we're together There is no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard No song that I could sing, but I can try for your heart Our dreams, and they are made out of

Ooh love Ooh lover boy What're doing tonight hey boy That's because I'm a good old fashioned lover boy When I'm not with you I can dim the lights And sing you songs full of sad things We can do the tango just for two I can serenade and gently play On

Can I be him? When the lights come on and I'm on my own Can I be the one 'Cause a light came on when I heard that song and I want you to sing it again I swear that every word you sing, you wrote them for me Will you be there to sing it again? Like it was

Can I be him? Can I be the one 'Cause a light came on when I heard that song and I want you to sing it again I swear that every word you sing, you wrote them for me Like it was a private show, but I know you never saw me When the lights come on and I'm

She may be the face I can't forget, A trace of pleasure or regret, May be my treasure or The price I have to pay. She may be the song that summer sings, May be the chill that autumn brings, May be a hundred different things Within the measure of a day.