8.11.2003
 
"For Other Eyes" - Elvis Costello
I don't know what I would do
If this letter should fall into
Other hands than it should pass through
For other eyes

He said, "It was nothing...it's over and done"
But the rotten worm was burrowing still
Its spirit invades me, bleeding me white
For other replies

I searched his pockets I searched his eyes
I searched his wallet for clues and lies
And I found a number that I somehow dialed
A woman answered, a woman smiled

Then she hung up...
on the silence...
unperplexed...
Innocently spun her rolodex
I dialed again
I could not resist
Revealing just the dentist receptionist

One day we'll laugh about it or maybe we'll curse
But there is one thing that is making it worse
And it's the lack of forgiveness that I can't disguise
No matter how well he lies
Now we don't know each other anymore
And when we touch our lips feel sore
I question the longing left in his sighs
For other eyes
Lyrics taken from here.

Yes, I have a bizarre taste in music. But you can't deny that this song is awfully pretty. Especially with all the melancholy strings in the background. Yep. Now... if I can manage to find a copy of the CD I wouldn't be forced to get these songs.

Curse this small house and it's lack of ballroom dancing... erm, room.

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