She Cries - Gary Numan

I know how to read alone

Here in the dark some old stories are told.

The telephone haunts me

Like a picture of things that I’d never

Bring home.

She cries like I do

Too late for new words.

She cries like I do

it’s a man.

No-one is allowed in here

I’m the new feelings

This edge in my voice that says

'I never touched your heart,

I suppose'.

She cries like I do

Like we’re supposed to

She cries like I do

Here in the dark.

I’m so surprised.