it hurts me feeling like a waltz

Kate Bush

Slipping past the chimney-pots
Down among the ashes, away from old times
Why must I self-indulge in memories?
I should be celebrating to a moving melody

But it hurts me, it hurts me
Honey, honey, it hurts me
And I m feeling like a waltz
Growing old, - old, old, old, old

I was fiery but you put me out
I was always one for loving and leaving
I like to think I was immune to romance
I should be laughing at some good old comedy

Oh, but it hurts me, it hurts me
Honey, honey, it hurts me
And I m feeling like a waltz

If you laughed at me, I d laugh too
Waltz, don t you know that I d be really breakin-ing

L amour--marche avec un etranger
I shouldn t care, you re not my darling anymore

But it hurts me, it hurts me
Honey, honey, honey, honey
And I m feeling like a waltz
Growing old, old, old, old, old