Delilah

[Hook] You cheated (Did you hear that?) And you lied Hear what the promise is Oh no, no How could you do that You would never do that [Verse 1] (It’s not what it was, but it is what it is...) I’m, bugging with flashbacks Struggling past that Trying to make sense of the abstract Heart skipped like Picasso painted it strange A mix of beautiful pleasures and hideous pain Fools rush in, they say love’s an idiot’s game I never play dumb, I played hard to win it the same Me and my lady like, Lee and Lady Pink in the Eighties Never a toy, but baby doll managed to play me Should (I)?: Try to find truth in the lies Or accept I’ll never know and make moves in disguise And grin, a special void filling it in But that’s physical will never have the feeling again [Hook] [Verse 2] Trusted her, but the cameras had opposing spotlights Like the headlights, dear: she was frozen Shoulda checked the time like watch shopping on Bundesstrasse Thought I won, shoulda cut that loss Flashing my trophy, but I was the prize on display I heard the giggles and the whispers, all eyes were this way Gorgeous, but damn near humiliated the god Swear to God, I felt physical pain in my heart Putting pictures on tracks like graffiti art trains Living in a shark tank, ‘Eight-Oh-Eight’, heartbreak Let the right one in, trying to tell apart fake Hit the vampire light, never with a heart stake Should (I)?: Forgive and just move on in healing Or do it like we do it, make the pretty toes touch the ceiling And grin, revenge, lust, feeling the sin But that’s exercise, will never have the feeling again [Hook] [Verse 3] Saw it all, like a fly on the wall To not question situations not my style at all Why does nightfall but not break Day break, but not fall There are flagrant fouls, even when fouls are not called But, whistle’s blown, the flags are thrown finally Penalized for lies, unleash the truth violently Through the sky, aerodynamic like arrows, fly Through the drama, through my armor, through my pride My id, my ego, my superego Be a week for her, talkin' ‘Power to the People’ But flawed, good Lord, she deserves an award Delilah, but the cost is more than I can afford Should (I)?: Pour a toast to my own ‘corazon’ Or a little for hers, injured in the war zone And grin, thinking back to how our buildings would blend But that’s history, will never have the feeling again [Hook - Outro]