From the recording SHAKA

Lyrics

I caught a glimpse of you
On a stolen summer breeze
When I try to touch you
Is when I start to freeze
Either way, I'm sitting here
And you are off somewhere
In someone else's bed
Baby, I don't care
It's all the same

I can feel it slipping away from me
And I can't hold the line
I can feel it sliding from under me
And dying on the vine
Won't you tell me when it's time

Maybe I'll get home tonight
Maybe I'll be gone
With dirty little things to keep me
Up until the dawn
Either way you're sitting here
And I am off somewhere
In someone else's bed
Baby, I don't care it's all the same

I can feel it slipping away from me
And I can't hold the line
I can feel it sliding from under me
And dying on the vine
Won't you tell me when it's time

Cold grey eyes and sex and lies and a cigarette
Cold grey eyes and sex and lies without regret
It's all the same

And I can feel it slipping away from me
And I can't hold the line
I can feel it sliding from under me
And dying on the vine
Won't you tell me when it's time