"I'd Still Be In Love With You" lyrics
(feat. Mia Dyson)
You rode in on your wrecking ball
Like you were ridin' on the range
You razed this playhouse wall by wall
In language wild and strange
And weren't we going to take this ride together?
And what about this damned tattoo?
Of the stupid snake and your squandered face
And the wretched "I love you"
You call this dump a playhouse?
This shanty shack you call a nest?
With that jagged hole that's in the wall
Where your fist came to rest?
And all those rusting, busted car wrecks
Out there littering the yard
The junk monuments to your laziness
All your dreams that never start
We were drunk on love
Yeah? So says who?
The bitter songs of blame we sang
The vicious words just left to hang
You can't un-ring a bell that's rang
Or I'd still be in love with you
You used to be a dancer
Back in the class of '004
But you don't look so good out on the dancefloor anymore
Those by-gones are all long-gone
And the dirty water's off your chest
And I know you remember where
That hatchet's laid to rest
Your lies of rock and roll drone on and on, you're such a bore
And if you were any good I would have heard of you before
And the hand you're dealt's the one you've just gone and bitten
And all your songs sound like
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
It's time to get myself a new man
Oh yeah? Whose?
We fell in with a swingin' crowd
A-ring a ding a ding
They had that big old yellow moon
Right there on a string
We were just a coupla show-biz kids
Who hit the heights then hit the skids
But still, you wouldn't be dead for quids
Or I wouldn't have been in love with you
And I won't be your passing fancy
And I won't heed your siren's call
And I won't be your missing person
Who no-one missed at all
And I will find someone maybe
A lot more me than you
With eyes and sighs that don't tell lies
And lips as chapped and blue, but true
And I reckon they will do
Like you were ridin' on the range
You razed this playhouse wall by wall
In language wild and strange
And weren't we going to take this ride together?
And what about this damned tattoo?
Of the stupid snake and your squandered face
And the wretched "I love you"
You call this dump a playhouse?
This shanty shack you call a nest?
With that jagged hole that's in the wall
Where your fist came to rest?
And all those rusting, busted car wrecks
Out there littering the yard
The junk monuments to your laziness
All your dreams that never start
We were drunk on love
Yeah? So says who?
The bitter songs of blame we sang
The vicious words just left to hang
You can't un-ring a bell that's rang
Or I'd still be in love with you
You used to be a dancer
Back in the class of '004
But you don't look so good out on the dancefloor anymore
Those by-gones are all long-gone
And the dirty water's off your chest
And I know you remember where
That hatchet's laid to rest
Your lies of rock and roll drone on and on, you're such a bore
And if you were any good I would have heard of you before
And the hand you're dealt's the one you've just gone and bitten
And all your songs sound like
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
It's time to get myself a new man
Oh yeah? Whose?
We fell in with a swingin' crowd
A-ring a ding a ding
They had that big old yellow moon
Right there on a string
We were just a coupla show-biz kids
Who hit the heights then hit the skids
But still, you wouldn't be dead for quids
Or I wouldn't have been in love with you
And I won't be your passing fancy
And I won't heed your siren's call
And I won't be your missing person
Who no-one missed at all
And I will find someone maybe
A lot more me than you
With eyes and sighs that don't tell lies
And lips as chapped and blue, but true
And I reckon they will do
Writer(s): James Michael Reyne
