Story Behind the Song
it's the last track on my cd
Lyrics
It's tempting to throw away
All the fliers and newspapers from yesterday
what we havent got is more than id barganed for
the smae old man, on the same old bench
feeds the same flock of birds,
twice this afternoon
and I catch a glimpse of a tear in his eye
as he hears you start to softly croone
"baby, we've gotta make these days of ours... speperate I Can't find the time to investigate with you antmore."
and I said,
"Honey, it's alright, I'll not go to sleep tonight, so tommorow I'll be unconscious to what Im looking for."
i'll be unconscious I'll be unconsious babe
galleleao and gustapos treated their women
in the way you do,
its not very delicate, you're too dispondant, and as always this is nothing new
so whats stopping me, from stripping away my skin, and exposing it to the rays of today/
im sick as hell... high as well, and unconsious to what I'm looking for..
I'll be unconcious babe,
to what I'm looking for
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