Curse

Another foggy night in hometown Cruising the backstreet pubs with a friend or two I guess we were laughing how we made it through the bad old days When across the bar I caught a glimpse of you Sometimes they ask me why I don't sit with you I guess they'll never understand I don't need to have my heart broken another time Or to have to shake your useless wasted hand So tell me - what do you dream about? And tell me - how do you shut it all out? And how do you live with yourself now? And I hope that she's really happy now Now she's got her cake and she went and ate him too Heads down, out on 47 Poison Street With all the ghosts just sitting there with you Beethoven - he was a deaf man And Jesus Christ was a Jew But of all those little twists of irony - My favourite one is you And if our eyes ever have to meet for more than just one second Then if you weren't already there, I would tell you to go to hell But if I spent my whole damn life trying to think of a curse for you It would never be as bad as the curse that you dealt to yourself So tell me - what do you dream about? And tell me - how do you shut it all out? And how do you live with yourself now? What do you dream about? And how the hell do you shut it all out? And what do you feel about it now?