Paroles de Lonely For You Only
Well don't lie to me, don't lie to yourselfWe were much too sentimental, baby, to make it in the modern world
And I spent my nights alone, and I rode the wheels off
I simply ain't the first thief, honey, holed up on a cross
And I don't believe that anybody here should cry for me
'Cause they'll never know what it cost you to be whole
But to me you're a dream, a divine mystery
And I'm lonely
Lonely for you only
I'm lonely
Lonely for you only
So come talk to me, I can't see inside your head
There's a bitter beast that comes to feed on the things we never said
Tell me all the vicious things that no one knows but God
You simply ain't the worst that I've seen stumbling through the dark
And I'll take it to my grave no matter what they do to me
'Cause they'll never know what it cost you to be whole
But to me you're a dream, a divine mystery
And I'm lonely
Lonely for you only
I'm lonely
Lonely for you only
'Cause they'll never know what it cost you to be whole
But to me you're a dream, a divine mystery
And I'm lonely
Lonely for you only
I'm lonely
Lonely for you only
To call me up and take me for a ride
Where troubled lovers run away and bleed for a while
In poems about Jersey girls they knew in another life
Long before you and I were born
But to me you're a dream, a divine mystery
And I'm lonely
Lonely for you only
I'm lonely
Lonely for you only
So come talk to me, I can't see inside your head
There's a bitter beast that comes to feed on the things we never said
Tell me all the vicious things that no one knows but God
You simply ain't the worst that I've seen stumbling through the dark
And I'll take it to my grave no matter what they do to me
'Cause they'll never know what it cost you to be whole
But to me you're a dream, a divine mystery
And I'm lonely
Lonely for you only
I'm lonely
Lonely for you only
'Cause they'll never know what it cost you to be whole
But to me you're a dream, a divine mystery
And I'm lonely
Lonely for you only
I'm lonely
Lonely for you only
To call me up and take me for a ride
Where troubled lovers run away and bleed for a while
In poems about Jersey girls they knew in another life
Long before you and I were born
