Little Chat - The Sunday Drivers

A little chat in your bedroom

Is all I’d wish to win

I could teach you better and then

I’d let you go away

You use to cry in the movies

You cry at happy ends

If I treat you better I guess

You will forgive me then

Are you sick of what the mirrors give you back?

That’s the face I love

Each one is wishing just for what the other has got.

And I, I don’t

What you say distracts me

From who you really are

Every time you put me aside

I can’t help begging

To hear you sing in the mornings

Oh, if I could keep your voice

It would be the song of my choice

For every dawning

Are you sick of what the mirrors give you back?

That’s the face I love

Each one is wishing just for what the other has got

And I, I don’t