Jazz Butcher

Only A Rumour

Jazz Butcher


From a painted face to the barest flesh 
And there's so much flesh, I don't think I can handle this 
But people change and ride on aeroplanes 
And that's Domestic Flight, I guess you hadn't thought of that 
But how I wish you'd close your eyes 
Like I saw you close your eyes 
And how I wish you'd lay your head on my shoulder 
One time now... 

When I'm alone and I walk in the room 
Well I'm terrified - I don't know what I'll find in there 
But when I'm with people and they look my way 
I could die of shame - they know what I'm thinking 

But I don't take it quite so hard these days 
What can you ask of all this, anyway? 
But how I wish they would not ask me that question 

I've tried to be silent and reasonable for so very long 
But I never understood why people like you must have 
Everything marked Right or Wrong. 

From a bedroom cell to this public hell 
And there's so much talk I need to have another drink 
I know it's mad for me to feel so sad 
But I'm far from home and I need to have another drink 

And how I wish I knew for sure 
How many years I had before 
This state I'm in will put me under the ground 

I just stop short of calling out your name 
The people round here would never believe me anyway 
Life could never be the same... 

It's only a rumour - "What's this I hear about you and Susie?" 
Don't ask 
'Coz I don't want to know... 
And I don't need to know...