Conversations With Edith
Streetlights play around with the puddles on the marketplace
Long ago before our lives became nothing but a long long race
Against ourselves, baby, what did we know?
Camel lights and cheap-ass wine, fried food just below
A sergeant and a gentleman, off to war I go
Our loving innocence, baby, what did we know?
Street organ ends our sleep, we make love one last time
Off I go to live my dreams, and I'm leaving you all behind
You'd always wait for me, every single time
Oh, it was easier to lie and cheat, to put the blame on you
Life has been a little hard on me and I heard what you been through
I always burn my bridges, kick down the ladder too
So I'll never be able to talk to you and instead
I'm having conversations with Edith in my head
When we were young, we had our pick between Harlequins and Mexicans
But now I'm on a bumpy road and It's filled with Charlatans
Now I'm gonna tell them, I don't care what they think they know
If I could, I'd let you in on what I've seen and done
Together, we could shed a tear for the sad songs that we've sung
Healing needs forgiveness, we can't make the past undone
But then I wake up in a sweat and I realize that again
I'm having conversations with Edith in my head
Whoa, in my head
Where did our dreams go?
Where did our love flow?
Did it ever flow at all?
Feels like I'm going slow
Going only up slope
Going nowhere at all, yeah
Edith in my head, in my head, all alone
Long ago before our lives became nothing but a long long race
Against ourselves, baby, what did we know?
Camel lights and cheap-ass wine, fried food just below
A sergeant and a gentleman, off to war I go
Our loving innocence, baby, what did we know?
Street organ ends our sleep, we make love one last time
Off I go to live my dreams, and I'm leaving you all behind
You'd always wait for me, every single time
Oh, it was easier to lie and cheat, to put the blame on you
Life has been a little hard on me and I heard what you been through
I always burn my bridges, kick down the ladder too
So I'll never be able to talk to you and instead
I'm having conversations with Edith in my head
When we were young, we had our pick between Harlequins and Mexicans
But now I'm on a bumpy road and It's filled with Charlatans
Now I'm gonna tell them, I don't care what they think they know
If I could, I'd let you in on what I've seen and done
Together, we could shed a tear for the sad songs that we've sung
Healing needs forgiveness, we can't make the past undone
But then I wake up in a sweat and I realize that again
I'm having conversations with Edith in my head
Whoa, in my head
Where did our dreams go?
Where did our love flow?
Did it ever flow at all?
Feels like I'm going slow
Going only up slope
Going nowhere at all, yeah
Edith in my head, in my head, all alone
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Writer(s): Pieter Ter Veen
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