Telegraph Avenue Kiss (Rich Costey Mix)

She's the song that you tried to sing

And the note that you couldn't hit

So you locked her up in a music box

And turned the key on all of us

She spins silver strings in the dark

With metal that ring in her heart

When the cover drops

The world just fades

Away, away, away from her

Waiting, waiting, waiting for her

To say it:

K-I-S-S-I'm in distress

I need someone to spell it out:

(You know our love's not unconditional)

A book of matches and a cigarette

A love note that you never sent

You can fold it up but you won't forget

You can strike a match but it still might not light

Now I'm the one that's stuck inside

The silver cage, the bird that can't fly away

Clips its wings if it sings of the

Way, the way, the way that it hurt

Waiting, waiting, waiting for her

To say it:

K-I-S-S-I'm in distress

I need someone to spell it out:

(You know our love's not unconditional)

These words mean nothing but this

K-I-S-S-signals distress

There's nothing left to talk about

(You know our love's not unconditional)

Low F-I-D-E-L-I-T-Y do all love songs turn out this way?

Can't you hear me when I say:

You're in my heart, in my hands

Around my neck

We move like a carousel

Streak lights and mirrors fill our eyes

It's time to let this go

Can't stop spinning

Around, around, around

K-I-S-S-I'm in distress

I need someone to spell it out:

(You know our love's not unconditional)

These words mean nothing to me now