Monologue For An Old True Love
Tell me how I play around
So you say "I don't want you"
Go and play your little game
But still I'm going to haunt you now
Wearing your guitar
Letting your soul cry
Look into my eyes
Every time you miss the point
Yet every time you scold me
Talking so self-righteously
'Bout everything you showed me, boy
Wearing your guitar
Letting your soul cry
Look into my eyes
And still you spirit comes to me
You were the one for life
You brightened up the sun for me
Even through all the fights
This is not 'bout what we see
A silhouette or colour
This is not 'bout gaining points
But loving one and other
Boy, say you're angry now
Though I wonder why
You've got then 'round your little finger
Say you're angry now
Though I wonder why
The pattern it was in full swing, yeah
Say you're angry now
Though I wonder why
You've got then 'round your little finger
