The room is cold,
and has been like this for several months.
If I close my eyes,
I can visualise everything in it,
right down, right down to the broken handle on the third drawer down
of the dressing table.
And the world outside this room,
has also assumed a familiar shape,
the same events shuffeled in a slightly different order each day.
Just like a modern shopping centre.
And it's so cold - yeah it's so cold.
It's so cold yeah, it's so cold.
What is this feeling called love.
Why me, why you, why here, why now.
It doesn't make no sense no.
It's
Perry Mason
OVERBEARING WOMAN MAKIN' IT SO HARD FOR ME
NOW YOU'VE LAID IT DOWN FOR ALL TO SEE
CAN I ASK A QUESTION, D'YA THINK YOU CAN TAKE A
BLOW
THIS IS WHY I ALWAYS COME AND GO.
NOW YOU SEE IT, NOW YOU DON'T
CAREFUL OF WORDS THAT GET CAUGHT IN YOUR THROAT
FACE THE MUSIC. TAKE IT LIKE A MAN
GIVIN' IT TO ME ANYWAY YOU CAN
EVERYBODY'S FEELING EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT TO
FEEL
I'VE GOT SOMETHING THAT YOU CAN CONCEAL
NOW YOU SEE IT
NOW YOU DON'T
NOW YOU SEE IT
NOW YOU DON'T
GIVE ME CENTRAL HEATING HOPE THAT I CAN PAY THE
BILL
MAKIN ME FORGET MY FEAR OF HELL
MYST BE LUCK IN ODD NUMBERS NOW YOU FACE ME
UPSIDE DOWN
I'M SO FAR UP I'M AFRAID TO COME BACK DOWN