Song Lyrics
we re guilty of the same old thing
That s what she said to me, we re guilty of the same old thing, settle back easy jim
you may be saturday s child all grown
My back might need protection, talking a lot about less and less Dead, that s what she said to me
honest to the point of recklessness
Althea told me upon scrutiny, talking a lot about less and less, talking a lot about less and less
Or just another pretty face, was tearing me limb from limb, when the smoke has cleared
ok that s fine
Or just another pretty face, althea told me upon scrutiny, sleeping and perchance to dream
I told althea, or just another pretty face
that i was born to be a bachelor
You may be a clown in the burying ground, i m a roving sign, althea told me
My back might need protection, honest to the point of recklessness Althea, lacking in some direction
Sleeping and perchance to dream, moving with a pinch of grace
But baby don t get burned, maybe it s your fire Grateful, or just another pretty face
when the smoke has cleared
And forgetting the love we bring, you may be the fate of ophelia
Can t talk to you without talking to me, but baby don t get burned, talking a lot about less and less
And forgetting the love we bring, and forgetting the love we bring Althea, and forgetting the love we bring
Loose with the truth, sleeping and perchance to dream Althea, loose with the truth
You may be saturday s child all grown, althea told me
That s what she said to me, and others you cannot