Gary Numan
"She Cries"


I know how to read alone
Here in the dark some old stories are told
The telephone haunts me
Like a picture of things that I'd never bring home

She cries like I do, too late for new words
She cries like I do, see if she's a man

No one is allowed in here
I'm have these fine new feelings to believe
This edge in my voice lacks sense
I never touched your heart I suppose

She cries like I do, too late for new words
She cries like I do, see if she's a man
She cries like I do, like we're supposed to
She cries like I do here in the dark