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I should have, should have, should have
forever been indebted
But I do know, I know, I know
all things remain the same.
Summer came. It wouldn’t stay.
It couldn’t melt my blues away.
It didn’t change a thing. It didn’t change a thing.
And people grow. Oh my! How we’ve grown.
We love like yesterday, a relocation hideaway
where we can be alone.
I flood your eyes in laser light
and video film your head tonight.
Television’s home.
I could have, could have, could have
smashed your place to pieces
But I reasoned, reasoned, reasoned
in many shades of grey.
Ah you’re looking cool. You’re not so hot.
You’ll never melt my blues that way.
It didn’t mean a thing. It didn’t mean a thing.
And people change. My! How we’ve changed.
And love lies face to face, another time,
the same old place where we can be alone.
I flood your eyes in laser light
and video film your head tonight.
Television’s home.
It’s over rated, yeh —
the understatement of far too many cold years.
It’s such a complicated situation;
couldn’t wait to see you again. Here we go!
It’s over rated yeh — the understatement.
We love like yesterday, a relocation hideaway
where we can be alone.
I flood your eyes in laser light
and video film your head tonight.
Television’s home.
Television’s home.
Words and music copyright Graham Trust