will not talk
The streetlamp, I don't walk
Well, I don't ever like to look that way
The secret I don't keep
The blurry fitful sleep
Well, that was not what I had meant to say... say
Scratch marks, red linen
Well, I don't like it either way I stray
will not talk
The streetlamp, I don't walk
Well, I don't ever like to look that way