@ALBUM: boys.dont.cry The Cure Boys Don't Cry (c) 1983 @SONG: 10.15 Saturday Night 10.15 Saturday night And the tap drips Under the strip light And I'm sitting In the kitchen sink And the tap drips Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip Waiting For the telephone to ring And I'm wondering Where she's been And I'm crying For yesterday And the tap drips Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip It's always the same @SONG: Accuracy We sit in the same room Side by side I give you the wrong lines Feed you Accuracy Accuracy Look into my eyes We both smile I could kill you Without trying That's accuracy Accuracy Accuracy ... Accuracy Accuracy Practice all day for accuracy Mirror mirror on the wall @SONG: Another Day The sun rises slowly On another day The eastern sky grows Cold Winter in water colours Shades of grey Something Something holds me Holds me hypnotized I stare at the window Stare at the window Waiting for the day To go Winter in water colours Shades of grey @SONG: Boys Don't Cry I would say I'm sorry If I thought that it would change your mind But I know that this time I've said too much Been too unkind I try to laugh about it Cover it all up with lies I try and Laugh about it Hiding the tears in my eyes 'cause boys don't cry Boys don't cry I would break down at your feet And beg forgiveness Plead with you But I know that It's too late And now there's nothing I can do So I try to laugh about it Cover it all up with lies I try to laugh about it Hiding the tears in my eyes 'cause boys don't cry I would tell you That I loved you If I thought that you would stay But I know that it's no use That you've already Gone away Misjudged your limits Pushed you too far Took you for granted I thought that you needed me more Now I would do most anything To get you back by my side But I just Keep on laughing Hiding the tears in my eyes 'cause boys don't cry Boys don't cry Boys don't cry @SONG: Fire in Cairo Slowly fading blue The eastern hollows catch The dying sun Night-time follows Silence and black Mirror pool mirrors The lonely place Where I meet you See your head In the fading light And through the dark Your eyes shine bright And burn Like fire Burn like fire in Cairo Burn like fire Burn like fire in Cairo Shifting crimson veil Silken hips slide Under my hand Swollen lips whisper My name And I yearn You take me in your arms And start to burn FIREINCAIRO FIREINCAIRO FIREINCAIRO Then the heat disappears And the mirage Fades away FIREINCAIRO FIREINCAIRO FIREINCAIRO FIREINCAIRO FIREINCAIRO FIREINCAIRO FIREINCAIRO FIREINCAIRO Burn like a fire in Cairo Burn like a Fire Blaze like a fire in Cairo Blaze like a Fire Flare Burn like fire Burn like Fire in Cairo @SONG: Grinding Halt No light No people No speak No people No cars No people No food No people Stopped Short Grinding halt Everything's coming to a griding halt No sound No people No clocks No people No fine No people No me No people Stopped Short Grinding halt Everything's coming to a griding halt Everything's coming to a griding halt Slow down Slow down No people Slow down Everything's coming to a Everything's coming to a Everything's coming to a Everything's coming to a @SONG: Jumping Someone Else's Train Don't say what you mean You might spoil your face If you walk in the crowd You won't leave any trace It's always the same You're jumping someone else's train It won't take you long To learn the new smile You'll have to adapt Or you'll be out of style It's always the same You're jumping someone else's train If you pick up on it quick You can say you were there Again and again and again You're jumping someone else's train It's the latest wave That you've been craving for The old ideal Was getting such a bore Now you're back in line Going not quite quite as far But in half the time Everyone's happy They're finally all the same 'cause everyone's jumping Everyone else's train Jumping someone else's train Jumping someone else's train Jumping someone else's train @SONG: Killing An Arab Standing on the beach With a gun in my hand Staring at the sea Staring at the sand Staring down the barrel At the arab on the ground I can see his open mouth But I hear no sound I'm alive I'm dead I'm the stranger Killing an arab I can turn And walk away Or I can fire the gun Staring at the sky Staring at the sun Whichever I chose It amounts to the same Absolutely nothing I'm alive I'm dead I'm the stranger Killing an arab I feel the steel butt jump Smooth in my hand Staring at the sea Staring at the sand Staring at myself Reflected in the eyes Of the dead man on the beach The dead man on the beach I'm alive I'm dead I'm the stranger Killing an arab @SONG: Object You know you turn me on Eyes so white and legs so long But don't try to talk to me I won't listen to your lies You're just an object in my eyes You're just an object in my eyes Sophisticated smile You seduce in such fine style But don't try to fool me 'cause I can see through your disguise You're just an object in my eyes You're just an object in my eyes But I don't mind I just don't care I've got no objection To you touching me there Object object Object object Object object Object object You know just what to do Lick your lips And I want you But don't try to hold me 'cause I don't want any ties You're just an object in my eyes You're just an object in my eyes But I don't mind I just don't care I've got no objections To you touching me there You're just an object object Object object You're just an object @SONG: Plastic Passion Plastic passion is a hard to handle Plastic passion is a sold out scandal Oh it's a plastic passion It's a plastic passion Plastic passion is the ladies lover Plastic passion is the marble mother Oh it's a plastic passion It's a plastic passion Plastic passion is a diamond delight Plastic passion is the nadir of night Oh it's a plastic passion It's a plastic passion It's a plastic passion Plastic passion is a hycoscine heart Plastic passion is a transparent tart Oh it's a plastic passion It's a plastic passion Plastic passion is a gold guarantee The plastic passion is murdering me Oh it's a plastic passion It's a plastic passion It's a plastic passion @SONG: So What? Cake icing and decorating set Special offer Only 3 pound 30 Save 1 pound 52 on recommended retail price Give your cakes and pies a professional look With this superb Decorating set I'm not meant to be here But so what? And nobody's Nobody's taken your place Nobody's taken your place Each set includes A turntable A nine inch icing bag With six high definition nozzles and adaptor With a fifteen inch food decorating bag With three piping nozzles Please send off this leaflet Post it today And if you knew Nothing could replace you If you were sane Your heart wouldn't ache But so what? So what? So what? Order now Allow twenty one days For deliver This offer closes 31st December 1979 British sugar bureau When I told you what I And I And I wouldn't ask you to pretend That we were one And still another time Forget all the lies forgive me the wounds And all the world was used to love And yes we'd still be happy in another time But so what? So what? So please send me icing and decorating sets I enclose a cheque and postal order number So what? So what? @SONG: Subway Song Midnight in the subway She's on her way home She tries hard not to run But she feels she's not alone Echoes of footsteps Follow close behind But she dare not turn around Turn around @SONG: Three Imaginary Boys Walk across the garden In the footsteps of my shadow See the lights out No one's home In amongst the statues Stare at nothing in The garden moves Can you help me? Close my eyes And hold so tightly Scared of what the morning brings Waiting for tomorrow Never comes Deep inside The empty feeling All the night time leaves me Three imaginary boys Slipping through the door Hear my heart beats in the hallway Echoes Round and round Inside my head Drifting up the stairs I see the steps behind me Disappearing Can you help me? Close my eyes And hold so tightly Scared of what the morning brings Waiting for tomorrow Never comes Deep inside The empty feeling All the night time leaves me Three imaginary boys sing in my Sleep sweet child The moon will change your mind See the cracked reflection Standing still Before the bedroom mirror Over my shoulder But no one's there Whispers in the silence Pressing close behind me Pressing close behind Can you help me? Can you help me? Can you help me? @SONG: World War Dressed in Berlin black I was only playing Disguise my words to fool you >From what I was saying Mud trench Meat stench The fatherland is looking on Grip you in a luger lock This will be the big one World war No one would believe me No one's a winner No one's a loser Just a dead friend Heaven heaven Give me pride Give me a golden hand Smash them with an iron rule Spit them out like sand Sit and wait Then run like hell Run like hell one time again Sow the seeds of hate Underneath destruction World war No one would believe me No one's a winner No one's a loser Just a dead friend World war No one would believe me No one's a winner No one's a loser