Pinball Machine کے بول

Tear that trickles from your eye to your ear Like a pinball machine Arm that melts over me Like Salvador's dream Light that spits across the ceiling 'Cos someone burst the stitches on the curtain of night Maybe it's all about sowing my seed But subject to conditions and not while you bleed I follow you at a distance Bounced through others eyes Like a pinball machine Dressed as Mr. Walker But in disguise I could have been a contender But instead I'm content with The gin and tonic dressing gown I lament One night only The great and the glory Let's see if it sticks You still love me I believe If push came you'd shove me I believe you share my bed You share the blame I believe