Whatever you think of me
We sing intellectual songs of love
And all the lies of those thieves and crooks
In those days when the sun was warm
You listen hard and I will make you see
I found myself forgotten, too
Whatever you think of me
I feel no pain and I feel no joy
Well I always thought
I'm not grown up and I am not a boy
We'd get along like a house on fire
Until you told me that I'd have to go
Whatever you think of me
You listen hard and I will make you see
You listen hard and I will make you see
How can someone like you, work that slow?
Well, I always thought
I ran in the street where I was born
I don't feel anything no more
The streets are so empty at this time of night
You listen hard and I will make you see
This state of grace is consuming me
I'd rather walk on my own than fight
In a world where I'd forgotten you
We'd get along like a house on fire
When last I saw you
That's the danger of believing books
You weren't exactly falling over yourself
Whatever you think of me
