Silver Lake - Lloyd Cole

Put on some make up and dry your eyes

We’ll go to the racetrack and drink some wine

No I don’t love you the way that I should

Baby, I can’t leave you like this

If we get lucky we’ll go top shelf

We ain’t drinking nothing from no damned well

No songs of praise on Sunday morning

Baby, I can’t leave you like this

Freedom’s not a realistic ideal

Liberty means nothing worth a damn

My pursuit of sadness is not knee jerk

I don’t have a second heart to break

Put on your dress and let down your hair

We’ll walk out together down Glendale Blvd

Not a word of happiness or grief

Baby, I can’t leave you like this

I can’t stay

But I can’t leave you like this