your haunted head
concrete blonde
blackest eyes i've ever seen like moonstones shine
and all the while behind the dancing eyes the boy was crying
he creeps like ivy on the stairs
you know i liked him then
when we would sit and drink for hours and watch the sidewalk spin. well baby
i don't wanna hear your secrets
i don't wanna know about the wrinkles in your bed
i don't wanna hear about the ghost inside your haunted head
inside your haunted head. now
i don't need your tragedy and i don't need your shame
you can't keep your promises
but you keep naming names. he laid his troubles out to me like a deck of playing cards
well don't you know that i can tell the kings and jokers well apart?
i don't wanna hear your secrets
i don't wanna hear about the wrinkles in your bed
i don't wanna hear about the ghost inside your haunted head
inside your haunted head!