GENRES: Rock, Pop

TEMPO: Slow

GENDER: Male or Female

TOPICS: Break up

FEEL: Remorse; anger

DWANE McDANNIEL, vocals

LYRICS

Your eyes were glaring as you rose from my bed
Coldly staring just before you said,
"If I can't have you, then I must hate you
There's nothing left for me to do."

What kind of hatred have you burned on your face?
Forged in anger and cooled in haste
Put on the passion and we both sound alike
Pull out the plug and just say good night

Sold like cigarettes; forgive our debtors' debts
I hear them placing bets on me

So I think of you and songs that we'd sing
Marcy's part of you and I am the king
Strangers' overtones, with only days to loan
We spend our lives on telephones

Oh yes I knew it, you know I'd thought it all through
But I just couldn't see me ever leaving you
Open up your hands to endless yesterdays
Close your eyes on me for nothing else was saved