I've kept my head against the wall
i've been this way for so long now
you weren't exactly falling over yourself
when last i saw you
well i always thought
we'd get along like a house on fire
until you told me that i'd have to go
how can someone like you work that slow
Whatever you think of me
you listen hard and i will make you see
whatever you think of me
you listen hard and i will make you see
I don't feel anything no more
this state of grace is consuming me
i'm not grown up and i am not a boy
i feel no pain and i feel no joy
well i always thought
we'd get along like a house on fire
in those days when the sun was warm
i ran in the street where i was born
Whatever you think of me
you listen hard and i will make you see
whatever you think of me
you listen hard and i will make you see
The streets are so empty at this time of night
i'd rather walk on my own than fight
in a world where i'd forgotten you
i found myself forgotten, too
that's the danger of believing books
and all the lies of those thieves and crooks
we sing intellectual songs of love
from a stolen pen to a velvet glove.