Thursday - Telegraph Avenue Kiss lyrics

She's the song that you tried to sing

And the note that you couldn't hit

So you locked her up in a music box

Turned the key on all of us

She spins silver strings in the dark

With metal teeth that ring in her heart

When the cover drops

The world just fades

Away, away, away from her

Waiting, waiting, waiting for her

To say it

K-I-S-S I'm in distress,

I need someone to spell it out

You know our love's not unconditional

A book of matches and a cigarette

A love note that you never sent

You can fold it up

But you won't forget

You can strike a match

But it still might not light

Now I'm the one that's stuck inside

The silver cage

The bird that can't fly away

Clip its wings

If it sings of

The way, the way, the way that it hurt

Waiting, waiting, waiting for her

To say it

K-I-S-S I'm in distress,

I need someone to spell it out

You know our love's not unconditional

K-I-S-S I'm in distress,

there's nothing left to talk about

You know our love's not unconditional

Low F-I-D-E-L-I-T-Y

Do all love songs turn out this way?

Can't you hear me when I say:

"You're in my heart

In my hands

'round my neck"

We move like a carousel

Streak lights and mirrors fill our eyes

It's time to let this go

Can't stop spinning

Around, around, around...

K-I-S-S I'm in distress, I need someone to spell it out

You know our love's not unconditional