Frank Hamilton - Standing On Your Street

I'm standing on your street, babe
You're standing on my heart.
We're fighting in our sleep, babe
But we don't want the end to start
Icicles and fires, babe,
I don't wanna play this game
I'm standing on your street babe,
but it's not the same.

I'm smiling less and less babe,
Youre trying more and more.
We've given it our best, babe
I'm tired and my feet are sore
Arguments and breakdowns,
Isn't what I came here for
I'm standing on your street, babe
Looking at your door. Standing at your door.

There's voices in my head, babe,
Running over everything.
Just maybe this could work, babe
Maybe we could gamble and win
The memories and the fears, babe
arise as I address this court,
I'm standing on your street, babe
having second thoughts

You've always looked so good, babe
And never did so more than now
Let's try and keep this quick, babe
Don't wan a hear you scream and shout.
Great escapes and heart ache
A month or two and you'll be fine
I'm standing on your street, babe
For the last time.