Sometimes I feel like screaming

While you were out...The message says You left a number and I tried to call But they wrote it down in a perfect spanish scrawl In a perfect spanish scrawl

Yet again I'm missing you.

King size bed(in a) hotel some place I hear your name I see your face

I see your face(the) back street dolls And the side door johnnies The wide eyed boys with their bags full of MoneyBack in the alley Going bang to the wall

Tied to the tail of a midnight crawl Heaven wouldnt be so high

I know if the times gone by hadn't been so low

The best laid plans come apart at the seams And shatter all my dreams

Sometimes I feel like...Screaming Close my eyes

...Yet again I'm missing you ...