Words & Music (c) David Harley
And yes, I agree that blaming the person for whom you have an unrequited passion is not healthy or politically correct. This is a work of fiction, not autobiography. 🙂 Now I have to learn it, as I’ve promised to sing it next Saturday.
Backup:
Who’s driving nails into my lonely bed?
Who sent images scurrying through my head?
You…
We mixed a perfect cocktail, you and I
How come now my cup is dry?
How come these days I drink so much alone?
Who’s to blame if I end up stoned?
You…
And we mixed a perfect cocktail, you and I
How come now my cup is dry?
Who leaves me here, lying all alone?
Who asks six weeks later why I didn’t phone?
You…
And we mixed a perfect cocktail, you and I
How come now my cup is dry?
Who’s driving nails into my lonely bed?
Who sent images scurrying through my head?
You…
And we mixed a perfect cocktail, you and I
How come now my cup is dry?
Wheal Alice Music 