Judging by the look on the organ-grinder,
He'll judge me by the fact that my face don't fit.
It's touching that the monkey sits on my shoulder.
He's waiting for the day when he gets me,
But I don't need no alibi - I'm a puppet on a string.
I just need this stage to be seen.
We all need a pantomime to remind us what is real.
Hold my eye and know what it means.
'cos I'm out of my mind.
Judging by the look on the organ-grinder,
He'll judge me by the fact that my face don't fit.
It's touching that the monkey sits on my shoulder.
He's waiting for the day when he gets me,
But I won't be your concubine - I'm a puppet not a whore.
I just need this stage to be seen.
Will you be a friend of mine to remind me what is real?
Hold my heart and see that it bleeds.
'cos I'm out of my mind
| 1 | Goodbye My Lover |
| 2 | Goodbye |
| 3 | Same Mistake |
| 4 | Carry You Home |
| 5 | Stay The Night |
| 6 | Postcards |
| 7 | Heart To Heart |
| 8 | Wisemen |
| 9 | Bonfire Heart |
| 10 | High |