Street Thing - No.37 Lyrics

When you asked what I need of you
Not a word I said
You don't understand how much I love you
You don't know how much I care

We walk for hours in the rain
And talk from the tear to the flame
I'll never disappear from your side now
I am twenty feet under the tide

And then I saw it written in the sky
That the sunlight see thru my mind
And in the dizzy descent into madness
Will I sink? What will I find?

You may wonder but only I see
The darkness there in the deep
With a handgun and a pillbox of half-dreams
And a Bubble-gum Club magazine

And so when they telephoned the riot police
All the carpets were rolled by her feet
And I remember, on that June morning, when I met her
In a run down house at the end of the street

She told me there is nothing in this world I should run from
And the things we all think when we're alone
And I never really cared to go to London
Barcelona, Paris, or Rome