Seems I had a kicking - seems you had your kicks I feel like an old vaudeville magician I just ran out of tricks You can bet your sweet life upon The rage swelling in my heart But just like an old gramophone needle I'm stuck on the saddest part of a love song Maybe you ran out of love with an idea of me Or did you want to paddle in the shadows Perhaps you like the sound of something hollow Maybe you ran out of love over all I saw you as a pillar of strength Here I am a pillar of salt Just one small wave from the rising tide And I've melted - it's nobody's fault If I could just budge that crackling needle The chorus would soon resolve Into something that may be halfway soothing Where bitterness dissolves into tenderness Maybe you ran out of love with an idea of me Or did you want to paddle in the shadows Perhaps you like the sound of something hollow Or maybe you ran out of love over all This is such an ancient tale of love lost and betrayal Two salt pillars soon liquid in the tide Given humour of all things frail There's a juggler in the weather - a magician struggles through his act On the beachfront an old gramophone crackles Some kid buries his father alive in the sand Maybe you fell out of love with an idea of me Or did you grace the pages of his novel You had to have your breakfast in his hovel Or maybe you fell out of love over all Over all |
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