The end result of so many meetings At late night diners with no one eating. We sit in corners and sip burnt coffee Count the tiles up on the ceiling Skip this pretense and cut straight to dying Don't beg me to keep your eyes from cryin
You said so much Without ever parting your lips
It's past 3 A.M. and I'm still far from sleep And this is a habit that I can't break You're my only company I'm skipping stones
And the street lights flicker like this match in my hand The street lights flicker like this match in my hand And the street lights flicker like this match in my hand
Begging to strike Begging to strike
And I keep repeating but this payphone tele stopped receiving Flat out of change now I'm sure you won't accept the charges It's all the same cause by the morning I'll be halfway to Colorado or some place like that
You said so much Without ever parting your lips
Past 3 A.M. and I'm still far from sleep And this is a habit that I can't break You're my only company I'm skipping stones down a dull suburban street
And she keeps on asking, Do you think it hurts much to die? It's hurting so much more to stay alive now She is going to find out how much it hurts to die
She laces her perfume up with death I feel it in my lungs So I pull in the deepest breath And drop my head...