History

I wander lonely streets
behind where the old thames does flow
and in every face i meet
reminds me of what i have run from
In every man, in every hand
in every kiss, you understand
that living is for other men
i hope you two will understand

i've got to tell you my tale
of how i loved and how i failed
i hope you understand

i've got to tell you my tale
of how i loved and how i failed
i hope you understand
these feelings should not be in the man

in every child, in every eye
in every sky, above my head
i hope that i know
so come with me in bed
because it's you and me, we're history
there ain't nothing left to say
when i will get you alone maybe we could find a room
where we could see what we should do
maybe you know it's true
living with me is like keeping a fool

in every man, in every hand
in every kiss, you understand
that living is for other men
i hope you know that i am me so come on
i'm thinking about history
and i'm living for history
and i think you know about me
cause i am

and one and one is two
but three is company
when you're thinking about the things you do
and you're thinking about the things you do
i want to tell you my tale
how i fell in love and jumped out on my bail
i hope you understand there's more in a smile than in a hand
in every sky, in every kiss
there's something that i might have missed

why am i going to
a place that now belongs to you
but you were weak and so was i
let's pick it up, let's even try
to live today, so why not smile
don't dream away your life 'cause it is mine
is that a crime (repeat) this life is mine
the bed ain't made but it's filled full of hope
i've got a skin full of dope