I keep looking for something I can't get. Broken hearts lie all around me, and I don't see an easy way to get out of this.
His diary, it sits by the bedside table, the curtains are closed, the cat's in the cradle. Who would've thought that a girl like me could come to this.
I just died in your arms tonight.
It must've been something you said.
It must've been some kind of kiss
I should've walked away, I should've walked away.
Is there any just cause for feeling like this?
On the surface I'm a name on a list, I try to be discreet, but then blow it again.
I've lost and found, it's my final mistake. Hes's loving by proxy, no give and all take. 'Cause I've been thrilled to fantasy one too many times.
It was a long hot night
He made it easy, he made it feel right, but now it's over, the moment is gone
I followed my hands, not my head, I know I was wrong.