Sanoja: Elvis Costello. For Other Eyes.

I don't know what I would do
If this letter should fall into
Other hands than it should pass through
For other eyes

He said, "It was nothing, it's over and done"
But the rotten worm was burrowing still
Its spirit invades me, bleeding me white
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I searched his pockets, I searched his eyes
I searched his wallet for clues or lies
And I found a number that I somehow dialed
A woman answered, a woman smiled

Then she hung up on the silence unperplexed
Innocently spun her rolodex
I dialed again I could not resist
Revealing just the dentist receptionist

One day we'll laugh about it or maybe we'll curse
But there is one thing and it's making it worse
And it's the lack of forgiveness that I can't disguise
No matter how well he lies

Now we don't know each other anymore
And when we touch our lips feel sore
I question the longing left in his sights
For other eyes