Thursday, July 20, 2006

Song Choice # 304

At the back of my head. Suddenly it's part of the soundtrack of my daily existence.

Tonight
Stars

Come around and say you love me
Hang your heart in lights above me
Is that too much to ask for?
When the night descends upon us
Take a shower, dry your hair by the furnace
I'll watch you from the corner

Telephones and old typewriters
Words of love along the wires
Let's make it work tonight

Telegraphs and birds that fly
Through air so still you hear me sigh
Let's make it work tonight

Tonight, tonight

Then furious, you threw the picture
I, cap in hand, an awful mixture
That kind of hard love is the worst

I try to speak, but you don't hear me
When you're gone you still feel near me
For a while, for a little while

I've tried telephones and old typewriters
Words of love along the wires
But nothing is working tonight

I've tried telegraphs, and birds that fly
Through air so still you hear me sigh
But nothing is working tonight

Tonight
Please, let's make it work tonight

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