Dolorean My Still Life
In my still life your face in the fruit appears
You're everywhere, baby
On my bike ride your hips are the hills
I can't escape you lately
I wanted to tell you
About a bright red bird that passed my train
But you're asleep tonight
And your tonight is my yesterday
And all those blues because there's no view
Of the city from your window
You've made a nest out of credit card bills
So, honey let the wind blow
My feet have grown so tired
My legs they ache each night
Because you know the hardest thing to do
Is to dance in step in each other's shoes
We drop the beat
We can't keep time
We're standing still
In my still life
