Standard (EADGBE)
everything comes and goes
marked by lovers and styles of clothes
things that you held high and told yourself were true
lost or changin as the days come down to you
down to you, constant stranger;
youre a kind person, youre a cold person too
its down to you
you go down to the pick-up station
cravin warmth and beauty
you settle for less than fascination;
a few drinks later youre not so choosy
when the closing lights strip off the shadows
on this strange new flesh you found
clutching the night to you like a fig leaf,
you hurry to the blackness and the blankets
to lay down an impression and your loneliness
in the morning there are lovers in the street
they look so high;
you brush against a stranger and you both apologize
old friends seem indiffrent;
you must have brought that on
old bonds have broken down; love is gone
oh, love is gone
written on your spirit the sad song
love is gone
everything comes and goes;
pleasure moves on too early
and trouble leaves too slow
just when youre thinkin
youve finlly got it made
bad news comes knockin
at your garden gate
knockin for you, constant stranger;
youre a brute, youre an angel
you can crawl, you can fly too
its down to you
it all comes down to you