I Can Smell Your Thoughts

I Can Smell Your Thoughts - The Leather Nun

There's a desolation street

In the early morning

Walking by myself

Talking to myself

And I'm thinking of you

And I'm thinking of me

Oh honey

This is not a romance

Just a perfect ending

To a perfect night

I see the sun rise

And ride the rainbow streets

Walking endlessly alone

I see the gulls on the pier

I wish I were a God

And like the dog I am

Just a fool for my lust

And I'm thinking of you

And I'm thinking of me

Yes I'm thinking of us

Oh honey

This is not a romance

Just a perfect ending

To a perfect night

I can smell your thoughts

It's like a spark in your eyes

You're thinking of him

And then loves just to die

Simply turn around

The original sin

And it leaves a thorn

Leaves a thorn in your heart

So I pick a rose

And it's a waste of time

When Pickwick dies

With a bitter taste

Oh honey

This is not a romance

It's the perfect ending

To a perfect night