Standard (EADGBE)

Stumbling passed your house baby,at the break of day.

 i thought i saw your siluhette, dancing cross the shade

 and i went out to the mission ,and i called and called your name.

till and angel with a face like yours, came down and let me in

i thought i saw your reflection, in a cigarette machine

in a bottle in a dutter ,in a window on the street

In a store front,in a picture,on and old broken TV

i swear it was you,staring back at me!

i heard soldiers voices, by the city gate

what took his life on the ground,they made me look away

and i spilled you on the meter, and i chopped you into lies.

And over some old kitchen sink, i swore i let you down

i thought i saw your reflection in a cigarette machine

in a bottle in a dutter ,in a window on the street,

in a store front, in a picture,on an old broken TV

i swear it was you,staring back at me!

oh radio and broken meters, doggy things i read.

worn out moviestars,and faded limousines.

and i battle through my own charades, of coffee cups and clowns.

i can't keep up with parades, I keep falling down.

i thought i saw your reflection in a cigarette machine

in a bottle in a dutter ,in a window on the street,

in a store front, in a picture,on an old broken TV

i swear it was you,staring back at me!

in a store front, in a picture,on an old broken TV

i swear it was you,staring back at me!