A baby young and sweet a Maharashtra night, a city street, and I feel low hear her crying in her sleep wrapped up in newspaper sheets by my window theres no worse sound that I could hear or hope of a life that I fear she'll never know oh those Bombay Blues But the harder you push her away the sooner your heart turns a darker shade of grey and the more you allow her in the longer she'll crawl beneath the surface of your skin Oh and now that I can see how love becomes the enemy they say there's nothing you can do but that's what they want you to believe Full moon party on the beach burning holy effigies on summer sands temporarily mend the holes in your chimerical soul in a mystic land But all the beautiful things you like will one day turn into the things that you despise 'cus the darkness lives within and the more that you hide it the darker it stains your skin Oh and now that I can see how love becomes a memory and you say there's nothing I can do if that's what you want to believe Oh and now that I can see how love becomes a memory and you say there's nothing I can do if that's what you want to believe