Telegraph Avenue Kiss - Thursday

She’s the song that you tried to sing

And the note that you couldn’t hit

So you locked her up in a music box

Turn the key on all of us She spins silver strings in the dark

With metal teeth that ring in her heart

When the cover drops

The world just fades

Waiting, waiting, waiting for her

Waiting, waiting, waiting for her

To say it K-I-S-S I’m in distress, I need someone to spell it out

You know our love’s unconditional

A book of matches and a cigarette

A love note that you never sent

You can fold it up But you won’t forget

You can strike a match

But it still might not light

Now I’m the one that’s stuck inside

The silver cage

The bird that can’t fly away

Clip its wings

If it sings of The way, the way, the way that it hurt her

Waiting, waiting, waiting for her

To say it K-I-S-S I’m in distress, I need someone to spell it out

You know our love’s unconditional

K-I-S-S I’m in distress, there’s nothing left to talk about

You know our love’s unconditional

You are (why) the song turned out this way

Can’t you hear me when I say:

«You're in my heart

In my hands

'round my neck»

We move like a carousel

Street lights and mirrors fill our eyes

It’s time to let this go Can’t stop spinning

Around, around, around…

K-I-S-S I’m in distress, I need someone to spell it out

You know our love’s unconditional