Original lyrics

EN

Painted up division street girl She's a pretty denim queen Bird of paradise eyes Bird of paradise dying eyes But I could sight read those slangy lips I could sight right those hips And anyway out loud she says: Hey sucker Are you lonely? Well, that's alright You don't have to say anything I can always tell when You lost something big Something real big Well, we all did A jukebox in an empty room Conjures up the blues They got my song on it Want to dance? Cause it's just you and me and the gravity You and me down on division street And it's like we've landed on the enemy's side And the other guys all quit And they left us with nothing when they split Except the cold and the quiet And the blues to sing about it