Don't stop to think about all of the times you fought over banks and hearts and things,
Pick them up when the diamonds ring.
Don't try to stop her when she paints it red.
Pack your bags and unplug the phone, pretend all of the worst is done.
I want to let her explode, and then I'll blow her some kisses.
Sometimes she hits back, and sometimes seems she misses.
I want to control the way that she feels.
She passed me walking up and down my street.
I was looking for sometone to meet, but all I found was a place to eat.
I caught her smile and pretend to cough.
After all, we had rain and snow, so I smiled too, to let her know.
I want to let her explode, and then I'll blow her some kisses.
Sometimes she hits back, and sometimes seems she misses.
I like to control, 'cause I'm the police.
There's only so much you can do,
Before your high road splits in two.
I passed her walking up and down her street.
So, we stopped and we sighed and spoke, before one of us could choke.
She said, "no need to apologize for things. If you thought you controlled my shit, well, you know that you never did."
credits
from Abstract Expression,
released September 22, 2009
Dominique Leone - all instruments and vox
How has The Gasman fallen under my music radar for so long? This album makes me want to don my Louis XIV frock coat, double drop and hit the baroque rave! Insane, wonderful and totally different. The gaye device