Lyrics Allan Taylor - Urban Lovesong

She lies there sleeping, her hair's in a mess
She's got cheap red wine on the front of her dress
I suppose in a way I love her no less
We've all got our own way of loving I guess

We're two of a kind we get by that way
Neither is waiting for the other to say
I love you, I need you, maybe it's true
It goes without saying, it gets us through

So I'll come to you once again tonight
I always look better when you turn out the light
Pretend that I'm special, romantic and true
And I'll write you a poem and I'll give it to you

Pretend that I'm Byron, Shelley or Keats
Who plays with words and subtle deceits
Pretend that I'm Romeo troubled in love
Who give you his heart in a golden glove

This is my town, this is my place
I've got midnight bars written over my face
I've got a million miles staring out of my eyes
I can play with the truth but I can't tell you lies

Oh, it's hard and it's cruel but it happens to be true
I haven't that much to give to you
But whatever I've got you can take it for free
Whatever you've got that's enough for me

Pretend that this room on the cheap side of the town
Is a place far away where we'll never be found
Where the cry of the seagull and the sounds of the sea
Come together to make a sweet symphony

Instead of this town that's covered in grime
With neon rainbows beating out time
Where the streets are slick with winter rain
And there's no way out to start over again