Letras: Isobel Campbell. Monologue for an Old True Love.

Tell me how I play around
So you say, "I don't want you"
Go and play your little game
But still I'm going to haunt you now

Wearing your guitar
Letting your soul cry
Look into my eyes

Every time you miss the point
Yet every time you scold me
Talking so self-righteously
'Bout everything you showed me, boy

Wearing your guitar
Letting your soul cry
Look into my eyes

And still your spirit comes to me
You were the one for life
You brightened up the sun for me
Even through all the fights

And still your spirit comes to me
You were the one for life
You brightened up the sun for me
Even through all the fights

This is not 'bout what we see
A silhouette or color
This is not 'bout gaining points
But loving one and other

Say you're angry now
Though I wonder why
You've got them 'round your little finger

You say you're angry now
Though I wonder why
The pattern it was in full swing, yeah yeah yeah

Say you're angry now
Though I wonder why
You've got them 'round your little finger