Oh Costello

I have a photograph of you
It depicted a life
Of older families in silence
I watch your painted smile
It looked lonely at night
Within the walls of your violence

Oh Costello, how I love to hear your cello
It’s the loveliest sound I’ve ever heard
Oh Costello, let’s get drunk and count all the yellow things in life
We have habits of our own
She said -

You’re messing with my mind
A fake image of love
Complete with your last namе
Ninety nights and seventeen days
All thе people in a craze
Take your ghost to bed in shame

Oh Costello, how I love to hear your cello
It’s the loveliest sound I’ve ever heard
Oh Costello, let’s get drunk and count all the yellow things in life
We have habits of our own

You broke my heart, oh what a start
So, why shouldn't I break yours?
'Cause nothing's the same, nor is your name
A breakdown on all fours
Costello, you lied. Now let me die
Costello, I loved you more