German (Scott Matthew)

No psychic warning You would leave me in mourning From childish seductions With familiar conclusions High on the pavement Then so low in the airport No text book on therapy Will stop me admitting defeat If my english were better could I've curved this disaster I don't know The sweetest of flowers On the crudest of altars I confide in a picture as I'm breaking my promise That if I just hold it together I can curve this disaster I don't know I don't know If I'd just found the humor Could I've curved this disaster Well I don't think so I don't think so Make it beautiful now