Denise, Denise,
Gal, what's on your mind?
Denise, Denise,
Gal, what's on your mind?
You've got your eyes closed, babe
But heaven knows that you ain't blind.

Well, I can see you smiling,
But oh your mouth is inside out.
I can see you smiling,
But you're smiling inside out.
Well, I know you're laughin'
But what are you laughin' about?

Well, if you're tryin' to throw me,
Babe, I've already been tossed.
If you're tryin' to throw me,
Babe, I've already been tossed.
You're tryin' to lose me
But babe, I'm already lost.

Well, what are you doing,
Are you flying or have you flipped?
Oh, what are you doing,
Are you flying or have you flipped?
Well, you call my name
And then you say your tongue just slipped.

Denise, Denise,
Are you for sale, or just on the shelf?
Denise, Denise,
Are you for sale, or just on the shelf?
I looked deep in your eyes, babe,
And all I could see was myself.

Up over the head-high wall
There were crackles of laugh and lie
So looks like I'm back
With nothing much to say
Although I'm always up for another try

Balance is an illusion
I've given up pretending to stand
It's been sixty four weeks,
Since I yearned for your lips
And since you thoughtlessly shook my hand

Next time someone's drowning in a lake,
Try throwing out a rope 'stead of an anchor
Who knows, this time, next life, baby
You could be cash and I could be a banker

Can you tell the difference between a hug that's tight
And a strangle that they deal very faint?
Remember what I said
After I understood what I read
When you were busy fighting your demons with nail paint

Don't know what rules games are played by
Not sure if it's ever tit for tat
Same time, next life, baby
I just hope the opposite of this won't be that

We played the convincing game one time
I said "For you, I promise to jump and kiss the sky"
"Promise?" She asked me right back
In a way that threw me off-track
"Isn't that just another name for a lie?"

Now I'm known to do everything silly
Though gun to my head, I'll rather dance than sing
Maybe this time, next life, baby
We won't even owe each other anything

Now dead horses, they won't be your pet
Same reason, a soiled rag can't be clean
And slayers sometimes ride a crutch
These situations are a deceptive bunch
You know even an orange is sometimes green

Now time is just not playing out right,
Both our worlds have gone wrong too
But this time, next life, baby
You see what you can do...

Seen a shooting star tonight,
And I thought of you
You were trying to break into another world,
A world I never knew
I always kind of wondered,
If you ever made it through
Seen a shooting star tonight,
And I thought of you.

Seen a shooting star tonight,
And I thought of me
If I am still the same, or I ever became,
What you wanted me to be
Did I miss the mark,
Or overstep the line that only you could see
Seen a shooting star tonight,
And I thought of me.

Listen to the engine, listen to the bell
As the last fire truck, from hell
Goes rolling by, all good people are praying
It's the last temptation, the last account
Last time you'll hear the, sermon on the mount
Last radio is playing...

Seen a shooting star tonight,
Slip away
Tomorrow will be,
Another day
Guess it's too late to say the things to you,
That you needed to hear me say
Seen a shooting star tonight,
Slip away.

Tell me,
Tell me, I've got to know.
Tell me,
Tell me, before I go.
Does that flame still burn?
Does that fire still glow?
Or has it died away
And melted like the snow?
Tell me.
Tell me.

Tell me,
What are you focused upon?
Tell me,
What I'll know better after you're gone.
Tell me quick
With a glance or a sigh
Shall I hold you close?
Or let you go by?
Tell me.
Tell me.

Is that the heat and the beat
Of your pulse that I feel?
If it's not that,
What is it you're trying to conceal?
Do you have any secrets
That will only come out in time?
Do you lie in your bed
And stare at the stars?
Is your main friend an old known
Acquaintance of ours?
Tell me.
Tell me.

Tell me,
Are those rock and roll dreams in your eyes?
Tell me,
Behind what door your treasure lies.
Ever gone broke in a big way?
Ever done the opposite of what the experts say?
Tell me.
Tell me.

Is this some kind of game
That you're playin' with my heart?
How deep must I go,
Where do I start?
Do you have any morals?
Do you have any point of view?
Is that a smile
I see on your face?
Will it lead me to glory
Or lead me to disgrace?
Tell me.
Tell me.

Tell me
Is that my name in your book?
Tell me
Should I come back and take another look?
Tell me the truth,
Don't you tell me no lies.
Are you anyone, someone
Prays for or cries?
Tell me.
Tell me.

"All you have left are moments, fragments of images swimming in and out of focus: delicate fingers gliding along the piano, wrapping around a cup of steaming tea, pulling back a strand of unruly hair. The sharp ring of wind chimes distracts you momentarily and you look up, straining to feel the breeze. A pitter-patter announces the dog’s clumsy arrival; that dog, the one she called about in the middle of night, the one she cried over, the one she still misses. A thousand walks blur into one and you feel her fingers slide between yours. You squeeze reflexively, but her hand slips away. You remember a line from Junot Díaz: “It’s never the changes we want that change everything.”"