Letra Stories Gary Numan

Stories

She sits in the corner
Where its reasonably quiet
Drinking coffee with cream
Thinking stories of young love
She calls to the waiter
wont you lend me some time?
You can sit by my side
And Ill let you be friends with mine.

The cafe is old
But the candlelights new
She orders beaujolais wine
And says Ive thought of you too

She whispers isnt it odd
You remind me of songs
That Id rather forget
Like feelings I longed for

You haunt me inside
Sometimes I recall
Question mistakes
Who grew to nothing at all

I hear voices that cry
And one of thems mine
All the things I could say
Are the reasons I cant
She says Ive seen you before
In thoughts I call son
Like an old film with sound
When the link comes undone

The waiter is me
And the woman is you
And we are the story
Just like others I knew