Black Circles
Bells were chiming, chiming ; You are not really so charming, charming ; You just happen to have a nice face ; Crows were cowing, cowing ; But I don't want just your body, body ; Coz it all leads to certain disgrace ; If the hand that you hold isn't moving ; And your man leaves but scent in your bed ; You just have to believe that it's over ; You just have to believe that it's dead ; And you go on your own way instead ; Walls were falling, falling ; But I never heard you calling, calling ; Coz when you call you crawl down on your face ; If you're walking on eggshells and needles ; And you're sick of holding your breath ; You just have to believe that it's over ; You just have to give it a rest ; When your pillow is made of sandpaper ; For his presence is lesser and less ; Did you know you were one of my heroes? ; Do you care, you were one of the best; 