| There must come a time
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| When foolish games are played by two
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| Just as long as the youthful
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| Can separate the pain from truth
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| Oh, the petals fall from desire and land on a liar
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| The cemetery gates will do
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| There you stood with the long stare
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| And whispered in my ear
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| I’m still haunting, haunting you
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| We both knew that our good days were over
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| There was nothing to do but sometimes I still feel
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| Like I’m still sitting here with strange desire, yeah
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| Cause I still wonder, I still wonder
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| But I still wonder, I still wonder
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| Some secrets are shameful
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| It’s part of all those teenage years
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| But the sex and the regret
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| Can slowly close one off with tears
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| But I remember London in Winter
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| A cigarette and her
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| A moment I can’t deny
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| Now all alone with a blank stare
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| I wish you were here
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| I’m still haunting, haunting you
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| We both knew that our good days were over
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| There was nothing to do but sometimes I still feel
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| I’m still sitting here with strange desire, yeah
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| Cause I still wonder, I still wonder
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| But I still wonder, I still wonder
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| We both knew that our good days were over
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| There was nothing to do but sometimes I still feel
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| Like I’m still sitting here with strange desire
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| Cause I still wonder, I still wonder
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| But I still wonder, I still wonder
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| Cause I still wonder, I still wonder
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| But I still wonder, I still wonder |