Once a friend told me of his experience, That he had loved somebody and in pain, He had slit his arm and sent the blood to her and that he was glad that it was over He had talked and made love like an expert, But I had never seen his soul And his eyes had a sort of dead smile As if he wanted me to believe that he was still alive He was a winter friend to me, We walked in the snow to Chinatown for noodles That was many years ago, in another life, Why do I remember it now? When I'd heard his story, I'd heard it like a car accident that I would never be in myself He was a winter friend to me, We walked in the snow to Chinatown to noodles La la la la la la la La la la la la La la la la la la la La la la la dee la dee la da Dee la la la Now that i see my car slipping down the cliff And i'm desperately looking for the brake... Don't let it happen to me, Please, don't let it happen to me, I'm not ready to die or live a living death, I'm not ready to die or live a living death, I'm not ready to die..
Once a friend told me of his experience, That he had loved somebody and in pain, He had slit his arm and sent the blood to her and that he was glad that it was over He had talked and made love like an expert, But I had never seen his soul And his eyes had a sort of dead smile As if he wanted me to believe that he was still alive He was a winter friend to me, We walked in the snow to Chinatown for noodles That was many years ago, in another life, Why do I remember it now? When I'd heard his story, I'd heard it like a car accident that I would never be in myself He was a winter friend to me, We walked in the snow to Chinatown to noodles La la la la la la la La la la la la La la la la la la la La la la la dee la dee la da Dee la la la Now that i see my car slipping down the cliff And i'm desperately looking for the brake... Don't let it happen to me, Please, don't let it happen to me, I'm not ready to die or live a living death, I'm not ready to die or live a living death, I'm not ready to die..
