I Cry - Lisbeth Scott

A little bit of wind in your sail

A little bit of guilt on your back

They always say the meek shall prevail

So hurry you don’t have time to pack

And I cry every time I think of leaving you

And I sigh every time I think of your face

And I try to understand the way the world goes

No turning back

No turning back

I’ve got a view of rome from my window

A painting by matisse on my wall

A tiny bit of sex every month or so

Just to run away from your calls

And I cry every time I think of leaving you

And I sigh every time I think of your face

And I try to understand the way the world goes

No turning back

No turning back

Too many people

Riding the great big wave

No easy way out

Who was I trying to save?

And I cry every time I think of leaving you

And I sigh every time I think of your face

And I try to understand the way the world goes

No turning back

No turning back

And I cry every time I think of leaving you

And I sigh every time I think of your face

And I try to understand the way the world goes

No turning back

No turning back

No turning back

No turning back