Billy Corgan. Friends As Lovers. Zeneszám

new york isle/wasn't mine
was it me/or just my kind
sinning softly/and talking cheap
cause there's no place left to be
but a road that just goes on
to every leaving town
friends as lovers
and loves and friends

shall we dance/into the night
as the jukebox moans/and pours us tight
friends and lovers
andlovers as friends
cause there's no place left to be
than wrapped around you now
in every passing town
us as lovers/and us as friends

there's no prayer/by a dashboard light
flagging ghosts and blowing signs
cause they say/you are the one
and there's no place left to be
than where you stand right now

i know these leaving towns
friends as lovers
and lovers as friends

to your back/i speak aloud
to your face/i'm only proud
we're friends with lovers
and lovers with friends

darling boy(she says)
you're on my mind(she says)
i feel your skin(she says)
as though it's mine(she says)
the pain is sweet/too sweet to touch
and there's no place left to be
than the shadow of your life
in every passing town
friends as lovers
and lovers as friends