A Month Of Sundays - 2001 Digital Remaster

Badman's woman with that look in her eye
 You stop to wonder as she passes by
 Something inside you is never the same
 Something outside you is always to blame
 Follow her home where she lives with some friends
 They have some good things to add to the blend
 The games expanded, invaded the place
 You're the only one who's forgotten his face
 You're saying no no no I must be on my way
 But it really has been a pleasant night
 And you go so slow hope they'll ask you to stay
 And indifference gives you a fright
 Walking outside you come to a door
 You go inside and you wonder what for
 At least it's good to be out of the wind
 You turn around and the clocks all begin
 Just like the winter your memory thaws
 Just like the ocean your memory pours
 So many pieces to match or to find
 So many doubts to have in one mind
 It's hard to see how the tables have turned
 It's hard to see how the people have learned
 It's hard to watch the past drizzling past
 It's hard to watch them picking the cast
 And it stacks up badly that it never makes sense
 You sense that sensation is who's paying the rent
 And she beckons to you with her fingers and lies
 She says: can't you slice the price of your paradise