Velvet Waltz

If there's a word for you

It doesn't mean anything

I've got some words for you

They don't offer anything

You cold called everybody

But you haven't sold a thing

A bad idea gone funny

A pinch, felt in a dream

You thought of everything

But some things can't be thought

You thought of everything

But one thing you forgot is you're wrong

And you better not be angry

And you better not be sad

You better just enjoy the luxury of sympathy

If that's a luxury you have

And you know no private bad

You know that that's the meaning of you're done

In a world that's not so bad

In a world time was killing in the sun

In a world that's not so bad

In a world time was killing in the sun

In the sun

In the sun

You took all that moment and kicked it in the sun

Now it's gone because you left it in the sun

Was a brave idea, didn't mean no harm

Now it's burnt because you left it in the sun

Was a grave mistake

But how could you have known?

The temperature, the distance of the sun