Painting

歌詞

I just don't want to know about The way the lamp lights up your room Or the table-top your elbow's on Or the wood you write and work upon I just don't want to know about Quiet evenings moving on Nights of re-inventing lives Unfinished stories Unsatisfied The small scar on my hand's the same You eased and took away the pain But now I'm taking all the blame For wounds neither one of us could quell And the blood won't wash away so well I find myself on the street again Beneath your window in driving rain Needing to see just for myself What you could only tell to someone else What you couldn't say to me yourself I just don't want to know which way Your window faces on the day Or the route you take to face the world Or the way you're sleeping Sheets unfurled You and another neatly curled around the centre of what was my world.