Alan, Alan e os Smiths 00.

This time of night I could call you up
I'd get angry with athletic ease
Break common laws in twos and threes
If I die clutching your photograph don't call me boring it's just cause I like you
Oh, take me on back, take me on back, take me back
To the place where I could feel your heart
Is this the end
Or just the start of something really, really beautiful
Wrapped up and disguised
As something really really ugly?

Won't you...

Come by and see me, I'm a love-letter away
I'd break your name before I'd say:
"I really love you, loved you,"
Now I don't care if you saw
I watched every inch of film flash across your roman features
And I loved it, loved it

No, I don't care if...

You think I'm eager to shut your eyes
Well, I'm sorry everybody knows you can't break me
With your gutter prose
Would you believe it? She sent me a letter
The ring, it nearly weighs her down
She's got another boy, oh boy

Steady your ears, steady your ears and read my lips
Poetry is not a luxury, it's how I break this home
And when I'm really ill, won't you cradle me?
Man is not a noble animal but maybe woman is

Remember, I heard you...

Inside your room you said:
"You never really live until your back's against the wall,"
Oh, did you really mean it?
No, I never break my gaze, if just to see the scar
Remain reflected in your eyes
I think it's time to go home

Oh, tell me your thoughts
Tell me your thoughts on liberty
See there's a place where I sink to sleeping
She said:
"Oh, my vote is as red as my blood,"
Will you join me for another round?
I haven't had the chance to speak yet

Godspeed...

I break the law once every week to feel your touch
What's a book to you in bed?
Do you feel better? Older?
This just makes me ill
Your name is dripping from my pen
Still, you're not around to curse
I'll drop the gun now
I'm still under you

Marianne, let the ghosts sleep tonight
Marianne, let the ghosts sleep
Just shut your eyes, burn the past

Marianne, let the ghosts sleep tonight
Marianne, let the ghosts sleep
Just shut your eyes and burn the past away

(The Start Of Something, Voxtrot)