Diplomat's Son
It's not right
But it's now or never
And if I wait
Could I ever forgive myself?
On a night
When the moon glows yellow in the riptide
With the light
From the TV's buzzing in the house
Cuz I'm gonna cut it where I can
And then I'm gonna duck out behind them
If I ever had a chance it's now then
But I never had the feeling I could offer that to you
To offer it to you would be cruel
When all I want to do is use, use you
He was a diplomat's son
It was '81
He was a diplomat's son
It was '81
Oh oh, oh oh
Dressed in white
With my car keys hidden in the kitchen
I could sleep
Wherever I lay my head
And the sight
Of your two shoes sitting in the bathtub
Let me know
That I shouldn't give up just yet
Cuz I'm gonna take it from Simon
And then I'm gonna duck out behind them
If I ever had a chance it's now then
But I never had the feeling I could offer that to you
To offer it to you would be cruel
When all I want to do is use, use you
He was a diplomat's son
It was '81
He was a diplomat's son
It was '81
Oh oh, oh oh
I know, you'll say
I'm not doing it right
But this is how I want it
I can't go back
To how I felt before
There's—
That night I smoked a joint
With my best friend
We found ourselves in bed
When I woke up
He was gone
He was the diplomat's son
It was '81
He was the diplomat's son
It was '81
Looking out
At the ice-cold water all around me
I can't feel any traces of that other place
In the dark
When the wind comes racing off the river
There's a car
All black with diplomatic plates
I Think Ur A Contra:Back
I had a feeling once
That you and I
Could tell each other everything
For two months
But even with an oath
With truth on our side
When you turn away from me
It's not right