The Pretty Things - It'll Never Be Me lyrics

Sad eyes turn away from the looking gla** Fingers trace the lines of the years have pa**ed Smears of lies upon the lips of someone standing by (yeah) No It'll never be me looking at you that way No it'll never be me looking at you that way Mother keeps a photogragh of a child thats dead The child of the fading name thats never said White fantasies of the child's life is spinning round this mother's head No It'll never be me looking at you that way No it'll never be me looking at you that way Face pressed is against the window of an early train Arms twist out the message of unspoken plain You wipe away a tear and then it starts to rain No It'll never be me looking at you that way No it'll never be me looking at you that way