This Place Has Got No Soul, Kid

You look around to see the faces and the hands of all the kids you never give another thought to in your lifetime. / I've seen you dancing and you look like you could use a boy who doesn't use his fist, but starts speaking at the right time. / Just think of London where we could be cutting roses from the gardens of the people I dream about at nighttime. / I go out dancing please don't leave at this place, I know you're just like me and I can't think too clear at this time.



I'll stand outside your window with a violin, and stay a hundred days until I'm thin and pale. (x2)



You took a beating from the bastards in the hallway who were down on you because you tried to do a little research. / 'Cause all the families had grown up inside the doctrine which built around the history that was built around the new church. / I met a girl who said she's nearly found her husband She fantasized about the boys that do it in the school yard. / She went out dancing and she felt a little guilty She met a Latin boy, let her pants down with her guard.



I'll stand outside your window with a violin, and stay a hundred days until I'm thin and pale. (x2)



Be sure to call me when you get in from the station / don't cry a river on me 'cause this place has got no soul, kid. / Don't let time taste all the racket at the table / I know you're just like Stephen, and it's what we've always wanted / It's kind of comical but somehow so depressing / I know he really loves you, so naive and full of answers / I've got a scar for every time I've gotten lonely / But I never want to know the fragile safety of a dancer / Be sure to call me when you get in from the station / We'll go outside and talk about the beauty of the subtext.



'Cause I was with her when we caught our breath on (street name?) / We took some local listings we were wondering what to do next / I felt so lonely but I felt so very free. / Among the grayness and the pallor he colored in a lifetime.

/ I got up late and I stared out of open windows wishing you were down her venting to me, drinking while the smoke settles.



I'll stand outside your window with a violin, and stay a hundred days until I'm thin and pale. (x5)



And these are the kinds of ragged things fast boys will never know. And these are the kinds of ragged things fast girls will never know.(x2)



So she was standing in the kitchen and she looked like hell / But so did all the rest of us it's been too long. (x2)