Curse

<br>Another foggy night in hometown<br>Cruising the backstreet pubs with a friend or two<br>I guess we were laughing how we made it through the bad old days<br>When across the bar I caught a glimpse of you <br>Sometimes they ask me why I don`t sit with you<br>I guess they`ll never understand<br>I don`t need to have my heart broken another time<br>Or to have to shake your useless wasted hand <br>So tell me - what do you dream about?<br>And tell me - how do you shut it all out?<br>And how do you live with yourself now?<br><br>And I hope that she`s really happy now<br>Now she`s got her cake and she went and ate him too<br>Heads down, out on 47 Poison Street<br>With all the ghosts just sitting there with you <br>Beethoven - he was a deaf man<br>And Jesus Christ was a Jew<br>But of all those little twists of irony -<br>My favourite one is you <br>And if our eyes ever have to meet for more than just one second<br>Then if you weren`t already there, I would tell you to go to hell<br>But if I spent my whole damn life trying to think of a curse for you<br>It would never be as bad as the curse that you dealt to yourself <br>So tell me - what do you dream about?<br>And tell me - how do you shut it all out?<br>And how do you live with yourself now?<br>What do you dream about?<br>And how the hell do you shut it all out?<br>And what do you feel about it now?