Rialto. Lipstick Letters. Zeneszám

I get home late but I can't sleep
No message on my machine
The red light eyes me knowingly
And from the note left on my door
I know that I shouldn't call
You won't be home tonight at all

'Cause when I read between the lines
Pictures of you hijack my mind
I don't know where you're going
But I know you're wearing your make-up
Lipstick letters always say too much

Sit and watch the cars go by
With a cheap bottle of wine
But it doesn't help to pass the time
I don't know how far we fell
I don't know if this is hell
But I can hear the funeral bells

'Cause when I read between the lines
Pictures of you hijack my mind
I don't know where you're going
But I know you're wearing your make-up
Lipstick letters always say too much

Raking through the old fag ends
Of forgotten conversations
They're burning on my lips again
And from the note left on my door
I know that I should have called
You won't be coming home at all

'Cause when I read between the lines
Pictures of you hijack my mind
I don't know where you're going
But I know you're wearing your make-up
Lipstick letters always say too much