Flaked on the bed beside me
Your stockings are though
Now could your lonely dream be true?
Thirty four
In love no more
Now could your lonely dream be true?
Fear of your broken beauty
Sadness of eye
Honey, your bedside table don’t lie
Thirty four
In love no more
Honey, your bedside table don’t lie
Wired with a line still buzzing
You’re making me stay
Holding my arms like I might fly away
Thirty four
In love no more
Holding my arms like I might fly away
Holding my arms like I might fly away
