Selfish

Hieroglyphics on your skin Designs of sleep I find in the morning And with all this waking up with you I've got a lot of work to do To do, to do In the canopy of evening Tumbling through the streets like Driftwood from the Balkans When you love somebody, you must be their hero sometimes But mama's little boy's grown selfish I'm flying away, I have to leave You love me, it gives me the creeps Me, this waste of sound, this tangled fog That holds you back from what you want You want, you want, ooh, ooh, ooh In the canopy of evening Tumbling through the streets like Driftwood from the Balkans When you love somebody, you must be their hero sometimes But mama's little boy's grown selfish When you love somebody, you must be their hero sometimes But mama's little boy's grown selfish Hieroglyphics on your skin