Curse

Another foggy night in hometown

Cruising the backstreet pubs with a friend or two

I guess we were laughing how we made it through the bad old days

When across the bar I caught a glimpse of you

Sometimes they ask me why I don't sit with you

I guess they'll never understand

I don't need to have my heart broken another time

Or to have to shake your useless wasted hand

So tell me, what do you dream about?

And tell me, how do you shut it all out?

And how do you live with yourself now?

And I hope that she's really happy now

Now she's got her cake and she went and ate him too

Heads down, out on 47 Poison Street

With all the ghosts just sitting there with you

Beethoven, he was a deaf man

And Jesus Christ was a Jew

But of all those little twists of irony,

My favourite one is you

And if our eyes ever have to meet for more than just one second

Then if you weren't already there, I would tell you to go to hell

But if I spent my whole damn life trying to think of a curse for you

It would never be as bad as the curse that you dealt to yourself

So tell me, what do you dream about?

And tell me, how do you shut it all out?

And how do you live with yourself now?

What do you dream about?

And how the hell do you shut it all out?

And what do you feel about it now?