Telegraph Avenue Kiss (Remix)

She's the song that you try 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 for 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)
Because these words mean nothing to me now
A book of matches and a cigarette
A love note that you never sent
You could fold it up
But you won't forget
You can strike a match but it still might not light
Now I'm the one thats stuck inside
The silver cage, the bird that can't
Fly away
Clips it's wing
If it sings of the
The way, the way, the way that it hurts
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)
Because these words mean nothing but this
K-I-S-S, signals distressed
There's nothing left to talk about (You know our love's not unconditional)
Because these words mean nothing to me now
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 hand
'Round my neck"
We move like a carousel
Street lights and mirrors fill our eyes
It's time to let this go
Can't stop spinning aroundx11
K-I-S-S, I'm in distress
I need someone to spell it out (You know our love's not unconditional)
Because these words mean nothing to me now