Drawing back the curtains,
sluggish city daylight in the afternoon...
Here`s that special silence,
just before you walk out of the hotel room.
Each time we`re so close I assume
that we`ll never be again -
oh, how long can we pretend
that we`re just good friends?
A casual affair is all that you can spare
from your emotional change;
A calendar of meetings,
strangers on the street
the best we ever arrange.
Now I just can`t stand all the pain,
all the constant make and mend;
how long must we pretend
that we`re just good friends?
I gave you my devotion,
hiding nothing up my sleeve -
If I walked clean out of your life
would you even notice me leave?
So much tangled-up emotion,
should I stay or should I go?
If I walked clean out of your life
how long would it take you know?
Are we such good friends?
You used to say `I love you`,
you used to say `You make me
feel alive and young`;
now we`re just a habit, a flavour,
one a month,
to titillate your tongue.
How sordid this has become
as the means approach the end -
Oh, how long can we pretend
that we`re still good friends