Your Lover's Nerve - text

Belgium or France maybe England
Reading your lips and they could be easily for me oh so fine and free
Well I went down here for your number but your colours were grey
I obeyed the fact that you were small, so silly small, my friend

But I'm easy for your lover's nerve
I'm easy and you might be hurt in a year or two weeks from now on
And when I think of it you lied you cut all my maybes twice
You might be far away

Tango and waltz in the evening
Hunting the fears and they could be easily to see, chase like you and me
Load my revolver discussed with the old man stinking of gin
We'll it could be clear as ice to see just like you and me, my friend

But I'm easy for your lover's nerve
I'm easy and you might be hurt in a year or two weeks from now on
And when I think of it you lied you cut all my maybes twice
You might be far away

You might be far away, but I just don't know
You might be far away, but I just don't know