Copyright David Harley, 1987
Backup:
Let’s get down to cases before someone packs their bags
And there’s nothing else to do but walk away.
Please don’t say there’s nothing to talk over: that’s not true
Unless you’d rather just call it a day…
There’s a cuckoo in our love nest
I can see him in your eyes
When you’re looking straight at me
It’s not always me you see
Who is that ghost you recognized?
Sometimes when we’re making love
You seem confused about my name
It seems I’m sharing you
With someone else you knew
Who’s gone, but not forgotten just the same
If you need time to think it over
You’re right, there’s nothing to explain
But please don’t go burning your fingers
On any old flames
I’m not afraid of losing you
I never had you anyway
There always seemed to be
A part of you that you kept from me
Words you never cared to say
If you need time to think it over
You’re right, there’s nothing to explain
But please don’t go burning your fingers
On any old flames
I’m not afraid of losing you
I never had you anyway
There always seemed to be
A part of you that you kept from me
Words you never cared to say
David Harley
Wheal Alice Music 