BRASS LINES<br />
The two of us are guilty, i wrote it on my sleeve<br />
From your marriage bed, were you holding out on me<br />
Though this story might, i never want to see you leave<br />
With these men in lights shouting out to me<br />
'cause i want to be high<br />
Yes i want to be bright<br />
Oh there's something on my sleeve<br />
Won't ascribe, won't abide<br />
By the words that you might keep<br />
And if what you say<br />
'cause it might be true i've got to go<br />
Go and find you, i'll wait for you this time