just give me a call when you feel better
but you never do and
i'm just another debtor to some palm reader
whose got her hands mixed up
palm reader's breath smells of brandy and cigarettes
as she sells me sweet forgets
she needs something to get her through
she runs a scam like me and you
yeah me and you
Freud said that love was a good psychosis
but i don't know i've had too many doses
he's a creep and we all know that he probably made it up
believe in me and this lie
tell me everything will be alright
cuase it's so good to believe
but don't turn my hope into a weapon
i kept your sweater till the scent was gone
wrapped up in my hands when the days where long
but i'm still sniffing
i walk alone in the concrete with the living
where pigeons fly til they gather round the fallen ones
they don't know why neither do i
neither do i
neither do i ...
believe in me and this lie
tell me everything will be alright
cause it's so good to believe
but don't turn my hope into a weapon
there's no one to trust
except maybe the two of us
but thats in the past
the place where i'm living
haunting my broken dreams
i read horoscopes in magazines
especially yours in the sign of the Leo
the regal one but man you let your claws show
oh it's so slow
when will they let me go
believe in me and this lie
tell me everything will be alright
cause it's so good to believe
but don't turn my hope into a weapon