Telegraph Avenue Kiss (Rich Costey Mix)-Thursday

Telegraph Avenue Kiss (Rich Costey Mix) - Thursday She's the song that you tried to sing And the note that you couldn't hit So you locked her up in a music box Turn the key on all of us She spins silver strings in the dark With melody that ring in her heart When the cover drops The world just fades Away, away, away from her Waiting and waiting and waiting for her To say it K-I-S-S out on this street, I need someone to spell it out You know our love's not unconditional A book of matches and a cigarette A love note that you never sent You can fold it up But you won't forget You can strike a match But it still might not light Now I'm the one that's stuck inside The silver cage The bird that can't fly away Clip its wings If it sings of The way, the way, the way that it hurt Waiting and waiting and waiting for her To say it K-I-S-S (out on this street) I need someone to spell it out You know our love's not unconditional K-I-S-S (out on this street) there's nothing left to talk about You know our love's not unconditional F-I-D-E-L-I-T-Y You are (why) the song turned out this way Can't you hear me when I say: "You're in my heart In my hands 'round my neck" We move like a carousel Streak lights and mirrors in our eyes It's time to let this go Can't stop spinning Around, around, around You know our love's not unconditional K-I-S-S (out on this street) I need someone to spell it out You know our love's not unconditional