Black Limousine - Only Son

Take a little for yourself

Pass it on to someone else

There’s not enough real love I know of

Everyone is someone else

Remember when we were ten

My complicated friend

It’s all the same fun and games

Come over

You can show me how you play

Black limousine trailing me

Through the streets

Dark and clean

All your worries in a box

Hiding under locks

They’re onto you

Maybe not

We’re older then I ever knew we got

Quick and easy to replace

Just a body and a face

Your number’s up

Good enough

A picture and a letter that you love

A dying dream

We’re laughing at nothing

My final scene

Just waiting for something

Black limousine trailing me

Through the streets

Remember me?