Old Flame

Here you are, old flame
 Your tongues all twisted with words you can't say
 You think you've got troubles, that's just life
 Well, I'd hate to be the one to say it
 You're coming on over on the number eight
 I'm leaving on the same
 If you think simple things, you'll just be simple
 How very wrong you are, how very wrong you are
 Broken bones don't seem so bad
 Telephones don't ring the same
 Anymore...
 Oh here you are, old flame
 Your eyes all glazed and shining in the cold
 You say "Sometimes you got to let history unfold"
 But you don't really mean it
 You're coming on over keeping everyone guessing
 There's a lesson in this, I'm sure I must've missed it
 Off somewhere contemplating your exquisite crime
 The once and future queen of making tension out of time
 Broken bones don't seem so bad
 Telephones don't ring the same
 Anymore...
 Here you are, old flame
 Your tongues all twisted with words you can't say
 You think you've got troubles, that's just life
 Well, I'd hate to be the one to say
 You're coming on over on the number eight
 I'm leaving on the same
 The more you think simple things, you'll just be simple
 The better off you are, the better off you are
 Broken bones don't seem so bad
 Telephones don't ring the same
 Anymore...