Georgia Satellites

Oh, the myth of love
Like some new best friend
The bright promise of tomorrow
And tomorrow without end
Oh but I should know better
Life is no wishing well
Yeah theres a story here baby
But its so hard to tell
You might say that innocence
Is my only crime
And the myth of love
Walks a thin hard line
Well I hear you talkin
But I just dont want to talk about it now
I cant seem to find my way back, way back down
I get no surprises
I get no soft and lonely
Watch your pretty blue eyes