sure was a hell of a mistake I made but I sure am glad that I made it no way for a grown man to behave more the act of a teen opportunist I stand accused of losing my head we sit so high on the city walls our tears wash clean the cobblestones it's not so much that the thrill is gone just a cleaner, sweeter, brighter thrill has come along I can sense trouble just around the bend and it's all benn my kind of making I can't carry on with all this pretence when it's clear that my love has been fading I stand accused of the things I said we sit so high on the city walls our tears wash clean the cobblestones it's not so much that the thrill is gone just a cleaner, sweeter, brighter thrill has come along