Stories — текст песни (Gary Numan)

She sits in the corner
Where it`s reasonably quiet
Drinking coffee with cream
Thinking stories of young love
She calls to the waiter
`Won`t you lend me some time?
You can sit by my side
And I`ll let you be friends with mine.`


The cafe is old
But the candlelight`s new
She orders Beaujolais wine
And says `I`ve thought of you too`


She whispers `Isn`t it odd
You remind me of songs
That I`d rather forget
Like feelings I longed for


You haunt me inside
Sometimes I recall
Question mistakes
Who grew to nothing at all`


I hear voices that cry
And one of them`s mine
All the things I could say
Are the reasons I can`t
She says `I`ve seen you before
In thoughts I call `son`
Like an old film with sound
When the link comes undone`


The waiter is me
And the woman is you
And we are the story
Just like others I knew