Lyrics post

Album: Growing Pains
Title: “Having Trouble With The Language” (Billie Myers/Peter Vale)
(Not complete lyrics--the ones stuck in my head)

Picture postcard honesty
In the land of hopeless dreams
That man in my sitting room
Only lives behind the screen

Oh, look at me happily
In this third party situation
A married man with a see through smile
Who's not quite what he seems

Chorus

Oh, I'm having trouble with the language
Having trouble getting through
Haven't learned my lessons well
So I don't know what to do

Andre's such a sycophant
Who always leaves the truth behind
Always stands on the outside
No matter how hard she tries
It's been a while, the ready smile
I've got to go, Oh look at the time
If only she knew, what the restless do
She would surely break down and cry

[Edit]
Downtown at the funeral home
There's a dark cloud over our heads
She looked better in a black suit
But he looked better... dead