@migu music@

Sure was a hell of a mistake I made

But I sure am glad that I made it

No way for a grown man to behave

More the act of a teen opportunist

I stand accused of losing my head

We sit so high on the city walls

Our tears wash clean the cobblestones

It＇s not so much that the thrill is gone

Just a cleaner sweeter brighter thrill has come along

I can sense trouble just around the bend

And it＇s all benn my kind of making

I can＇t carry on with all this pretence

When it＇s clear that my love has been fading

I stand accused of the things I said

We sit so high on the city walls

Our tears wash clean the cobblestones

It＇s not so much that the thrill is gone

Just a cleaner sweeter brighter thrill has come along