My uncle called the other day
He said, «Come and work for me.
You could bring a girl. You could raise a family.
You could buy some land and build a home.
You can live here happily.»
I didn’t know what to say
I couldn’t say, «I couldn’t live that way.
Oh, forgive me. Maybe another day.»
Sittin’ in the bath with the sun bright in my eyes
I’ve seen a lot of hatred in disguise
And love, when you touch it, oh, it just lays down and dies
Turn your head and look to the sky
Mark down in your diary the day your dreams die
Turn your head
It’s too late to cry
Turn your head
It’s too late to cry
Curve of the earth
Didn’t I see the stars move?