Tree-lined Streets Lyrics

Could ask her, she has nothing no more

Confused it, said you were sure,

You're so insightful when you know

Collapsed, then seen another disown,

Construed it says that you're sure,

Denied embrace for the unsung

So I can give,

The mark of the disdain about it

It's hard to make the minutes straight

When our conform is wrong again

Can't deny you'd ask me why

You start to make the minutes straight

Your time for me is gone again

Can't deny you'd ask me why

You've been inside

you dream inside

nobody else could hide the need inside again

You fled when you caught a taste

You've been inside

you dream inside

nobody else could hide the need inside again

A match for the lonesome

It's hard to make the minutes straight

When our conform is wrong again

Can't deny you'd ask me why

You start to make the minutes straight

Your time for me is gone again

Can't deny you'd ask me why