Interpret:

White Stripes, The

Album:

Life on the Flipsides

I'm walkin' through streets that are dead
walkin' with you in my head
my feet are so tired
and my brain is so wired
and the clouds are weepin'
did I hear someone tell a lie
did I hear some long distant cry
I spoke like a child
you distoryed me with a smile
while I was sleepin'
well I'm sick of love
but I'm in the thick of it
I'm sick of love
well I'm lovesick
I see
I see lovers in the meadow
I see
I see silhouettes in the window
I watched till they're gone
but they keep me hangin' on
to their shadow
well I'm sick of love
I wish I never met you
this kind of love
oh, I'm trying to forget you
just don't know what to do
I'd give anything to
be with you