Can't go with my heart when I Can't feel what's in it I Thought you'd come over But for some reason you didn't Glass on the pavement under my shoe Without you is all my life amounts to
A final sleep no Words from my cutting Mouth to your ear or Taut wicked pinches From my fingers to your bitter face That I can't heal I know tomorrow You will be Somewhere in London Living with someone You've got some kind of family There to turn to And that's more than I could ever give you


















