By nature you are quiet
Your shyness leaves your wisdoms on the floor
So if I want to hear you talk I
See you when you're under your favourite spell

I always thought that there were
Tears in your cup
But years went by and I never heard you cry
It's you and the Yardbirds, you on your own drinking wine
And I can't turn the volume down
Now it's anything and more for your love
I let go and why would I deny you the fun?

Expelled the Marxist ghost
The cynical consumerist remains
I suppose I want to be depressed when I
See you when you're under your favourite spell

I always thought that there were
Tears in your cup
But years went by and I never saw you cry
It's you ten years after and a bottle of scotch
In your tobacco jacket out in the cold
You raise your glass and indulge in love like a man
I let it go and why would I deny you the fun?
Let it go, why would I deny you the fun?

It's you and the Stones now sharing some alcohol
You'll have whatever Keith has

And I always thought that there were
Tears in your cup
Under a blanket, out in the cold
Sing along will you, this will be the last time
I let it go, why deny you the fun?
Let it go, why deny you the fun?

La canción fue subida el 28 de Abril de 2009 a las 20:15 horas. Consulta toda la información de Cats On Fire en Alternative Volume.

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