Glamour

There's no glamour in this.
There's no glamour in this, she said to me
What's the point in anything?
That's no way to live.
Let's all move down to Spain.
Join the British charade.
I said to her,
English pubs and summer sun.
That's missing the point.
Can't have too much of a good thing,
Good things come to those who wait.
Can't have too much of a good thing,
Good things come to those who wait.
To see
Yourself in lights
There's no glamour in this.
There's no glamour in this.
She said to me,
I keep on feeling jealousy.
With no real resolve.
Keep on filling the void.
There's things that you can destroy.
I said to her,
Nothing will coagulate.
Just keeping your taste.
Can't have too much of a good thing,
Good things come to those who wait.
Can't have too much of a good thing,
Good things come to those who wait.
To see
Yourself in lights.
To see
Yourself in lights.
To see
Yourself in lights.
To see
Yourself in lights.