Fly on the Wall

Lyrics

Headed home after last call Frames of a video, a fly on the wall And the same pictures of emerald tights On a floral couch You're drowning in something but it isn't sorrow I'm thinking about what I'll do tomorrow There's a form I can't get just yet Maybe I'll rhyme every line except this one Then I'll think of something that I want to say But in the morning this is all I have It's all I have And it was nothing It was nothing new Red roses on a piano shawl Frames of a video, a fly on the wall And the same pictures of you and me Kissing on the mouth It's all I have And it was nothing It was nothing new