Maybe I've forgotten the name and the address
Of everyone I've ever known
It's nothing I regret
Save it for another day
It's the school exam and the kids [bad word] away

I would like a place I could call my own
Have a conversation on the telephone
Wake up every day that would be a start
I would [bad word] of my wounded heart

I was upset you see 
Almost all the time
You used to be a stranger
Now you are mine

I wouldn't even [bad word] you
I've not got much to give
We're dealing in the limits
And we don't know who with
You may think that I'm out of hand
That I'm naive, I'll understand
On this occasion, it's not [bad word] 
Look at me, I'm not you

I would like a place I could call my own
Have a conversation on the telephone
Wake up every day that would be a start
I would [bad word] of my wounded heart

I was a short fuse 
Burning all the time
You were [bad word] stranger
Now you are mine

I would like a place I could call my own
Have a conversation on the telephone
Wake up every day that would be a start
I would [bad word] about my wounded heart

Just wait till tomorrow
I guess that's what they all say 
Just before they fall apart