you know i'd sing for you
if you weren't as elusive as golden rays
on a wet manchester morning
but you like to hide in rainbow-tinted puddles
and hope someone will drop a few coins
you know i'd play guitar for you
if you didn't keep chasing forlorn hopes
and the sixty-yard passes that slide...
on the stadium grass and sma-
-sh against the advert boards
you know i'd die for you
if you stopped running from accidents
if you stopped pretending to be distant
if you stopped killing those who love you most
you know i'd dance for you
even at midnight when the sun has died
and i can't see except for your sparkling eyes
they'd illuminate my soul
but my pillow is the only microscope
you know i'd sing for you
but my vocal chords are bleeding from the strain
and you wouldn't listen anymore.
