Spare Parts
Album - 1969 - Debaser id 134626

You never seem, seem to have the time to listen to what I say
How can I know just what goes on in your mind if you always walk away
So what's the good, what's the good of trying
And hanging around you begging for your love
When it seems theres someone else in your dreams
And I can't be sure of you anymore
Are you growing tired of my love?
Have you had too much of my love?
Are you growing tired of my love?
Where is the love you once gave me?
And when we meet, things are not the same now, you always hurry away
And all the friends that once you used to share with me are ignored now,
and you're bored now
I guess we're through, but still I go on hoping
Because you never put it into words
Can't you see you should be honest with me
And I've got to find what is in your mind
Are you growing tired of my love?
Have you had too much of my love?
Are you growing tired of my love?
Where is the love you once gave me?
Are you growing tired of my love?
Have you had too much of my love?
Are you growing tired of my love?
Where is the love you once gave me?
Are you growing tired of my love?
Have you had too much of my love?
Are you growing tired of my love?
Where is the love.....

There's a man sitting in a concrete room
In a place full of emptiness and gloom
With his head in his hands he's far away
It's a long time ago since yesterday

And now his hands, now his hands start to fall
In his world of nothing at all
And now his hands, now his hands start to fall
In his world of nothing at all

As a boy he had made so many friends
Now they're gone loneliness just never ends
And in that cold concrete room he trials the day
Yes, the price of a life is hard to pay

And now his hands, now his hands start to fall
In his world of nothing at all
And now his hands, now his hands start to fall
In his world of nothing at all

Close your eyes, there's nothing more to see
Close your eyes and thank the world you're free

There's a man sitting in a concrete room
In a place full of emptiness and gloom
With his head in his hands he's far away
It's a long time ago since yesterday

And now his hands catch the tears that start to fall
In his world of nothing at all
And now his hands catch the tears that start to fall
In his world of nothing at all
And now his hands, like the tears start to fall
In his world of nothing at all
Yes, now his hands, like the tears start to fall
In his world of nothing at all
And now his hands, now his hands start to fall
In his world of nothing at all
And now his hands, now his hands start to fall
In his world of nothing at all
Yes, now his hands.....