Thursday - Telegraph Avenue Kiss lyrics

She's the song that you tried to sing And the note that you couldn't hit So you locked her up in a music box Turned the key on all of us She spins silver strings in the dark With metal teeth that ring in her heart When the cover drops The world just fades Away, away, away from her Waiting, waiting, waiting for her To say it K-I-S-S I'm in distress, I need someone to spell it out You know our love's not unconditional A book of matches and a cigarette A love note that you never sent You can fold it up But you won't forget You can strike a match But it still might not light Now I'm the one that's stuck inside The silver cage The bird that can't fly away Clip its wings If it sings of The way, the way, the way that it hurt Waiting, waiting, waiting for her To say it K-I-S-S I'm in distress, I need someone to spell it out You know our love's not unconditional K-I-S-S I'm in distress, there's nothing left to talk about You know our love's not unconditional Low F-I-D-E-L-I-T-Y Do all love songs turn out this way? Can't you hear me when I say: "You're in my heart In my hands 'round my neck" We move like a carousel Streak lights and mirrors fill our eyes It's time to let this go Can't stop spinning Around, around, around... K-I-S-S I'm in distress, I need someone to spell it out You know our love's not unconditional