Seth Shapiro got his law degree
He moved to Brooklyn from Schenectady, ‘93
Got some clients in the food industry
He says it’s not the money, it’s the recipes
He calls his mom says he’s doing fine
She’s got somebody on the other line
Puts Coldplay on, pours a glass of wine
Curls up with a book about organized crime
When it’s late
And it’s hot
And a date with the late show’s all you got
Don’t give out
Don’t give up
One of these nights you might find someone to love
Someone to love
Beth Mackenzie got the job of her dreams
Retouching photos for a magazine aimed at teens
It’s Thursday night she should be out on the scene
But she’s sitting at home watching “The King of Queens”
Is something wrong – that she can’t describe?
She takes the contacts out of her eyes
Sets the alarm – for 6:45
So she can get a little exercise
When its late
And it’s hot
And an hour in the shower is the best that you’ve got
Don’t give out
Don’t give up
One of these nights you might find someone to love
Someone to love
You’re not the only one who’s lonely
Seth Shapiro is trying in vain
To hail a taxi in the morning in the pouring rain
Beth Mackenzie sees one just up ahead
She cuts in front of him and leaves him for dead
In the year of my decline
Sucking freezies in the rain
Driving twisted to the suburbs
And then driving back again
Seventeen and half alive
Headlights illuminate the school
Inhale the powder from the science class, yes
Nearly dying felt so cool
Your face is all that hasn’t changed
You’re reassembled just like me
But when I reach to touch your hand
You stroke mine gently
All I want is one more chance to be young and wild and free
All I want is one more chance to show you
You were right for me
You were right for me
I’m back in gym and it’s the same
As my name tag floats away
I had six too many drinks last night, yes
And that’s why I made you stay
Plus I always wanted you
You liked to rock it in your car
You said you didn’t understand me
Because I always tried to see so far
Well, Tainted Love’s too fast to dance to
So let’s leave them all behind
They hated us with everything we had
And we hated them in kind
All I want is one more chance to be young and wild and free
All I want is one more chance to show you
You were right for me
Reunion, reunion, reunion, reunion . . . .
Called
to see
if your back
was still aligned
and your sheets
were growing grass all on the corners of your bed
but you’ve
go too much to wear on your sleeves
it has too much to do with me
and secretly
I want bury in the yard
the grey remains
of a friendship scarred
You told us of your new life there
you got someone comin’ around
gluing tinsel to your crown
he’s got you talking pretty loud
you berate
remember your ailing heart
and your criminal eyes
you say you’re still in love
if it’s true what can be done
it’s hard to leave
all those moments behind
You tested
your metal
of doe’s skin
and petals
while kissing
the lipless
who bleed all the sweetness away
I’ve made up my mind,
No need to think it over,
If i’m wrong I aint right,
No need to look no further,
This ain’t lust,
This is love but,
If i tell the world,
I’ll never say enough,
Cause it was not said to you,
And thats exactly what i need to do,
If i’m in love with you,
Should i give up,
Or should i just keep chasing pavements?
Even if it leads nowhere,
Or would it be a waste?
Even If i knew my place should i leave it there?
Should i give up,
Or should i just keep chasing pavements?
Even if it leads nowhere
I’d build myself up,
And fly around in circles,
Wait then as my heart drops,
and my back begins to tingle
finally could this be it
Should i give up,
Or should i just keep chasing pavements?
Even if it leads nowhere,
Or would it be a waste?
Even If i knew my place should i leave it there?
Should i give up,
Or should i just keep chasing pavements?
Even if it leads nowhere
Should i give up,
Or should i just keep chasing pavements?
Even if it leads nowhere,
Or would it be a waste?
Even If i knew my place should i leave it there?
Should i give up,
Or should i just keep chasing pavements?
Even if it leads nowhere
So, of course, you were supposed to call me tonight
You were supposed to call me tonight
We would have gone to the cinema
And, after, to the restaurant, the one you like in your street
We would have slept together, have a nice breakfast together
And then a walk in a park together, how beautiful, and then
You would have said “I love you” in the cutest place on earth
Where some butterflies are dancing with the fairies
I would have waited like a week or two
But you never tried to reach me
No, you never called me back
You were dating that bleach-blonde girl
If I find her, I swear, I swear…
I’ll kill her, I’ll kill her
She stole my future, she broke my dream
I’ll kill her, I’ll kill her
She stole my future when she took you away
I would have met your friends, we would have had a drink or two
They would have liked me, ’cause sometimes I’m funny
I would have met your dad, I would have met your mum
She would have said “please, can you make some beautiful babies?”
So we would have had a boy called Tom and a girl called Susan, born in Japan
I thought it was a love story, but you don’t want to get involved
I thought it was a love story, but you’re not ready for that …
Me neither. I’ll kill her
She stole my future, she broke my dream
I’ll kill her, I’ll kill her
She stole my future when she took you away
She’s a bitch you know, all she’s got is blondeness
Not even tenderness, yeah, she’s cleverless
She’ll dump your arse for a model called Brendan
He will pay for beautiful surgery ’cause he’s full of money
I would have waited like a week or two
But you never tried to reach me
No, you never called me back
You were dating that bleach-blonde girl
If I find her, you know, I swear, I swear, I swear …
I’ll kill her, I’ll kill her
She stole my future, she broke my dream
I’ll kill her, I’ll kill her
She stole my future when she took you away
I’ll kill her, I’ll kill her
She stole my future, she broke my dream
I’ll kill her, I’ll kill her
She stole my future when she took you away
Man, I told you, you know, if I find her, I really, I, I mean, I’ll kill her, for real!
It’s like for sure, you have to know, uh, I mean, you know, I can do it, man,
I’ll kill her.
God, that was strange to see you again
Introduced by a friend of a friend
Smiled and said, “Yes, I think we’ve met before”
In that instant it started to pour
Captured a taxi despite all the rain
We drove in silence across Pont Champlain
And all of that time you thought I was sad
I was trying to remember your name
This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin
You tried to reach deep but you never got in
And now you’re outside me, you see all the beauty
Repent all your sin
Nothing but time and a face that you’ll lose
I chose to feel it and you couldn’t choose
I’ll write you a postcard, I’ll send you the news
From the house down the road from real love
Live through this and you won’t look back
Live through this and you won’t look back
Live through this and you won’t look back
There’s one thing I have to say so I’ll be brave
You were what I wanted
I gave what I gave
I’m not sorry I met you
I’m not sorry it’s over
I’m not sorry there’s nothing to save
I’m not sorry there’s nothing to save
