Zita Swoon Still Half My Friend
I have a problem
My only friend he turned his head
Or else he left the room
It's not a small one
I crashed my head
A real bad way
Upon a wishful tune
I cried no tears so far
But it changed the men we are
This is an odd place
I turned around and asked my friend
To swop his shoes with mine
I always go here
When all my hopes are down, he said
And try to keep my high
It never failed my yet
I never did regret
Oh man I think I am bleeding
Yeah friend I'm wet with blood
It can't be you that grieves me?
It can't be you that shot?
This is our last chance
The race we run
Is faster than our lives
This is our last chance
My blood runs cold
Your eyes they are as ice
We keep away now
We close our eyes and cling ourselves
To each and others dream
It's complicated
We still ain't sure about
Who or what did
Interfere our scene
We never could agree
We saw how fate decreed
Who has been deceiving?
Who volunteers to carry that cross?
It's gotta be you or me man
Or do we want those other suckers that much?
Can't we just do without them?
Can't we just stay on the road?
That was laid out for you and me, man
You left me here to doubt every word
That was ever spoken between you and me, man
I wonder if we ever were true
But if you ever change you mind, man
I'll be running back to you
Like a fool
It's in the blood
