Anything in the Long Run
JOE CHESTER
Your love is like the late December no-man's land,
It's cold,
The sun is just a searchlight,
You haven't called,
I haven't seen you for days, I think I made you up.
But even if you lead me on,
It's a drug I'm depending on,
It's supposed to hurt if it's going to be worth,
Anything in the long run,
So lead me on,
Till the hurt is gone.
The shards of glass swept across the only path,
Back to you,
The car crash diamonds on the coal,
They cut the soul,
Nothing can stop the flow,
Of the inside coming out.
But even if you lead me on,
It's a drug I'm depending on,
It's supposed to hurt if it's going to be worth,
Anything in the long run,
So lead me on,
Till the hurt is gone.