Caught 歌词

I have no business knowing about record players They were out of vogue before I was playing Truth or Dare But you know that spot, where the record's worn a groove And the needle gets caught, like it's inking a tattoo? Well, so it is with your voice You're every answer, every clue, and I haven't got a choice And the very hope of you drifts over my bed at night Like a just-out-of-reach kite... And then I'm caught, you're tangled in my hair And in my every thought and it isn't fair 'Cause you've no business being there I have no business knowing about slide projectors But I was blessed with an old fashioned art professor Though I can't recall much of what he taught I remember all the slides where it got caught And so it is with your face Down streets and avenues I see you every place And the very hope of you drifts over my bed at night Like a just-out-of-reach kite... And then I'm caught, you're tangled in my hair And in my every thought and it isn't fair 'Cause you've no business being there I have no business knowing the Latin beat Wasn't born in Rio or with roses in my teeth But the rhythm gets caught and dances 'round my brain Like the endless drops of Seattle rain So it is with you, dear There is nothing I can do; you are near me even when you aren't near And the very hope of you drifts over my bed at night Like a just-out-of-reach kite... And then I'm caught, you're tangled in my hair And in my every thought and it isn't fair 'Cause you've no business being there