What you see is what you get (don’t you know)Fishing for the answer with a line and sinkerLook at me and don’t forget (don’t you know)Hard to get a grip with all these broken fingers

Never understood how she could, Mean so little to so manyWhy does she mean everything to me?

She reads a book from across the street,Waiting for someone that she’ll never meet.Talk over coffee for an hour or two,She wonders why I’m always in a good mood.Killin’ time before she struts her stuff,She needs supporting, I’ll become the crutch.She’ll never know how much she means to me.I’d play the game but I’m the referee.

Twisted tongues will place you in their categoryFace to face you’ll hear them tell a different storyLoose lips may sink ships, but honesty’s foreverEyes of envy try to cut and try to sever

never understood how she could,mean so little to so manywhy does she mean everything to me?

like a target dranw across my chest,she’s a bullet in russian rouletteyou said you’d never turn your back on me?rescue me! rescue me!would you stand by me, or bury me?bury me!

Need more friends with wingsAll the angels I knowPut concrete in my veinsI?d always walk home aloneSo I became lifelessJust like my telephone

Cast off the crutch that kills the painThe Red Flag waving never meant the sameThe kids of tomorrow don’t need todayWhen they live in the sins of yesterday

Time… rolling along with the waves,A thousand miles awayHolding you close in the rain,Seems just like yesterday