You come and you go at your own free will
But here I hold the strings
And I made you jealous
I made you dance
And without a word you followed me
Oooh, you loved me, oh, you told me
You were sorry, oh
I don’t remember the sounds you made
But I felt you really there
And if I should go back to that place
Would you meet me there?
Only dreaming for a minute
Will you love me in it?
Indian style on the floor,
We mourned our story’s end
We knew what we’d done
You wanted it back
I said I had been crazy then
Oooh, the rain fell hard upon your black umbrella
And you held me and it held us
And we kissed and as we did I watched the shapes
Appear about us, one by one they would surround us
And when the morning came I thought
I’d find that love had found us
(Oh, if you want to stay then stay for good
Be tangible, be something understood
And if we’re dark and strange and don’t believe I think we should
I didn’t mean the bullet, oh it wasn’t me who pulled it, no
And if I woke to save you, you’d be just as if you took it
Oh, it wasn’t me who pulled it)
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