CARELESS WHİSPER
SCOTT BRADLEE'S POSTMODERN JUKEBOX
As I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor.
As the music dies...
Something in your eyes,
Calls to mind a silver screen,
And all those sad goodbyes.
I'm never gonna dance again,
Guilty feet have got no rhythm.
Though it's easy to pretend,
I know you're not a fool.
I should have known better than to cheat a friend,
And waste the chance that I'd been given.
So I'm never gonna dance again,
The way I danced with you.
Time can never mend,
The careless whispers of a good friend.
To the heart and mind,
Ignorance is kind
There's no comfort in the truth,
Pain is all you'll find.
I'm never gonna dance again,
Guilty feet have got no rhythm.
Though it's easy to pretend,
I know you're not a fool.
What am I without your love?
Tonite the music seems so loud,
I wish that we could lose the crowd.
Maybe it's better this way,
Wed hurt each other with the things we want to say.
We could have been so good together,
We could have made this dance forever...
But now, whos gonna dance with me?
Please stay.
And now it's never gonna be
That way...
I'm never gonna dance again,
Guilty feet have got no rhythm.
Though it's easy to pretend,
I know you're not a fool.
Now that you're gone...
Now that you're gone...
Now that you're gone...
Was what I did so wrong?
So wrong that you had to leave me alone?