Curse

Written by：Justin Sullivan/Robert Heaton

Another foggy night

In hometown

Cruising the backstreet pubs with a friend or two

I guess we were laughing how we made it

Through the bad old days

When across the bar

I caught a glimpse of you

Sometimes they ask me why

I don't sit with you

I guess they'll never

Understand

I don't need to have my heart broken

Another time

Or to have to shake your useless wasted hand

So tell me

What do you dream about

And tell me

How do you shut it all out

How do you live with yourself now

Yeah

And I hope that she's really happy now

Now she's got her cake

And she went

Ate him too

Heads down out on 47 poison street

With all the ghosts

Just sitting there

With you

Beethoven he was a deaf man

And Jesus christ was a jew

But of all those little twists of irony

My favourite one is you

And if our eyes ever have

To meet for more

Than just one second

Then if you weren't already there

I would tell you go to hell

But if I spent my whole damn life

Trying to think of a curse for you

It would never be as bad as the curse

That you dealt to yourself

So tell me

What do you dream about

And tell me

How do you shut it all out

How do you live with yourself now

Now now

What do you dream about

And how the hell

Do you shut it all out

What do you feel about it now