歌词
How to recognise a work of art, by Adrian Meilyr Jones
My first impression
Was that of a cunning star
I really loved you
No matter where you are
And all went through me
Truly, truly
Yes I will
I'm happy that I met you
I take a picture
Hold it up, to see the mark
Authentic authors, ooh-oh
Leave on works of art
It's not there
It's a fake, it's a fake
It's a fake, of that there's no mistake
It's a fake, it's a fake
And of you
Oh!
(Cha-cha-cha!)
I saw your video
Of you with Kurt Cobain
You're isolated, ooh-oh
Eyes I couldn't recognise
It's not there
It's a fake, it's a fake
It's a fake, of that there's no mistake
It's a fake, it's a fake
And of you, so special
You, with the sun in your eyes
You, and you spector
You, with the tears and the joy
There are highs
There are highs
There are highs
There are lows
Love undergoes
How does it feel, holding you?
How does it feel, holding you?
How does it feel, holding you?
(Because it's over)
How does it feel, holding you?
(Because it's over)