every kind of love
or at least my kind of love
must be an imaginary love to start with
guess that can explain the rain
waiting walking game
schubert broke my brain to start with
hoped to look at you in a cab
back of your head across my lap
oh what grace
green back seat against the red of your face
hoped to look at you in any old grand hotel
drunken demands gave way to reservations
oh what a room
champagne brings such happy faces
cause every kind of love
or at least my kind of love
must be an imaginary love to start with
guess that can explain the rain
waiting walking game
schubert broke my brain to start with
