Watching the stars on Primrose Hill
The moon is high and
You come with your lawyers and your alibi
How can you
Take a picture of tonight
And keep it by your heart
Love
I'll sing it hard, I'll sing it sweet, to let
You took the sun from the sky, give it back
You
I'm useless now as I have always been
Just like some
Twisting the world around her finger
Sensing weakness in a stranger
But
Falling in love with strangers, feeling incomplete, hey that's me
Some
Turned away with those cold cool eyes
You said won't you
