Kruse And Nuernberg
You sat in the back with all of your bags packed
A torn bit of paper from under the stairs
And you're following your heart but the heart is an axe
And it’s calling her number but she isn't there
So it cuts through the air and it chalks up the losses
And carves her initials into your right hand
Cos truth is a trick it’s a tired dominatrix
But truth’s not exactly what you had planned
Now you're driving driving home
And you're sure you're not alone.
She lit you like christmas the day you first met her
A red dress and champagne a spider of smoke
And you know yeah you know that you should have known better
But she pressed up against you and laughed at your jokes
It'd sure been a while since you'd felt that it mattered
Sweat and white skin and the smell of perfume
One little touch your illusion was shattered
You led her out to your car and you rented a room
Now you're driving driving home
And you're sure you're not alone.
For a while the pretense was a welcome companion
A colourful footnote in a black and white week
And you swear yeah you swear that you did respect her
But respect just showed up in blue marks on her cheek
And she tried a few tricks but you knew how to find her
And then she just left like smoke in a glass
And there wasn't a trace save a newsprint reminder
You'd say you'd been working if anyone asked
Now you're driving driving home
And you're sure you're not alone
Now you're driving driving home
And you'd swear you're not alone