James Bond by White Crane

And so I spend another night at your cozy place again,
in your bed, your arms entwined noones supposed to know you said
cause this is barefaced lies, and you're ashamed of letting people know we do
while you tell everybody hey, I came to terms, I'm moving on, with this I'm through.

I really try, to let you down, to tell the truth to make a stand
I know already where it's going when I pick up the phone again
when you are calling late, pretending only to check back if I'm ok,
but there's this profound underlying plea for me to put us back the way we were

Chorus:
Where would I go
If I could finally avoid these worn our boots
the trail of skin and hair
that won't lead anywhere
but back to you
but back to you

and then regrets, a bitter taste, the bad breath poisoning our kiss
in the morning when we wake up it makes us turn our dizzy heads
and close our eyes again, maybe it's gone after another minutes sleep
but there's no waking from a dream that's been uncovered as a nightmare we live in

Chorus

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