Gary Numan - She Cries

I know how to read alone
Here in the dark some old stories are told.
The telephone haunts me
Like a picture of things that I'd never
Bring home.

CHORUS:
She cries like I do
Too late for new words.
She cries like I do
See, it's a man.

No-one is allowed in here
I'm the ghost with no feelings!
This edge in my voice lacks sense
I never touched your heart
I suppose.

She cries like I do
too late for new words
she cries like I do
Her secret's a man.


She cries like I do
Like we're supposed to
She cries like I do
Here in the dark.

I'm so surprised.