The Smiths

Didn't know when it hit me.
An eighth by six seemed like enough.
We're the old kids at the party.
Drunken singing "In keeping secrets."
This black and white vision make me unconnected.
After everything we run from the world.
You can't stop talking.
My spirit's ressurecting.
Suddenly she's gone.
I tell all my friends.
And we feel just like the movies.
And we feel just like the movies.
I wonder if I get to know you.
I wonder how much more I'd go through.
I wonder if in the long run I'll be undone.
And look where no one else would find you.
And feel what no one else could go through.
I wonder if in the long run I'll be undone.
Undone.
Parking lot grey of six A.M.
When you turn it up, Oasis will end.
Then I'm coming down, coffee, cigarette.
All the menacing porcelain demons-
Let us feel like the movies.
And we feel just like the movies.
I wonder if I get to know you.
I wonder how much more I'd go through.
I wonder if in the long run I'll be undone.
And look where no one else could find you.
And feel what no one else would go through.
I wonder if in the long run I'll be undone.
Hey I don't want to go inside.
Yeah I don't want the sun to rise.
I wonder if in the long run I'll be undone.
Hey I don't want to go inside.
Yeah I don't want the sun to rise.
I wonder if in the long run I'll be undone.