(Music by Diana Krall, lyrics by Elvis Costello) The glitter on a paint and plaster face Is covering desire and disgrace We could be lovers But no one
Here she comes with her almost ideal eyes and her flawless skin and her petulant pout The memory of such a long blond alibi still makes me want to shout
(McCartney/MacManus) How many days does the wet weather lack? I wanna go where the clouds when they roll back Reveal a man in an old mack Living on
Alone in the crowd Simply taking up space You would never admit to tears Till they're rolling down your face [Chorus:] One day, love, long from now
She says what has her daddy done That you want him to be punished When she woke up one day to find That he was starting to vanish But _if you hope_ (?)
(Harle/Shakespeare) Come away, come away, death And in sad Cyprus let me be laid Fie away, fie away, breath I am slain by a fair cruel maid My shroud
(Bruce Springsteen) I hold you in my arms There's a band playing What are those words whispered, baby Just as you turn away? Well I saw you last night
The tiny slip at midnight A little sip at noon You're tired and torn approaching dawn My penitent buffoon Wouldn't you think I'd know by now I shouldn
I recall the good old days But thankfully, they've gone Now the ponies all are broken nags That stumble as they groan And throw the jockeys from their
(McCartney/MacManus) Burn the midnight lamp Down until the dawn I'll keep watch Until I'm sure you're coming home Shadows play And flicker on the bedroom
(Music: R. Nathanson; Lyrics: R. Dobbins) That all could gather That we could marry Still Faces absent That she could see this As if time hovered That
I don't know what I would do If this letter should fall into Other hands than it should pass through For other eyes He said, "It was nothing...it's over
(Music: R. Nathanson; Lyrics: Declan MacManus, R. Dobbins, R. Nathanson) Now you've heard our refrain And this story must end 'Cause the stars can't
(Music: Roy Nathanson; Lyrics: Ray Dobbins, R. Nathanson) I remember that dance On the roof of my car When St. Lucy's mad torch Took away our best bar
I'm sorry to say that you don't know me I'm sad in ways you never understood Each time I try to tell the ugly truth You always let it pass you by You
I dreamed of my old lover last night I wonder if I spoke out loud And if by chance my lover overheard He put my face back in the crowd His eyes were
(Burt Bacharach/Hal David) I just don't know what to do with myself I just don't know what to do with myself I'm so used to doing everything with you
crying That is why Sometimes I... hesitate Because I still have that other girl In my head I still have that other girl in my head I still have that other
