Sure was a hell of a mistake I made

But I sure am glad that I made it

No way for a grown man to behave

More the act of a teen opportunist

I stand accused of losing my head



We sit so high on the city walls

Our tears wash clean the cobblestones

It's not so much that the thrill is gone

Just a cleaner, sweeter, brighter thrill has come along



I can sense trouble just around the bend

And it's all benn my kind of making

I can't carry on with all this pretence

When it's clear that my love has been fading

I stand accused of the things I said



We sit so high on the city walls

Our tears wash clean the cobblestones

It's not so much that the thrill is gone

Just a cleaner, sweeter, brighter thrill has come along