Now I've got a question baby
What makes you cry?
'cos I haven't seen any water

In the corners of your eyes
For a day, or a week
Or a month, or a year

Haven't seen much of you
Since you left me my dear


Can't you see that I'm hurting
How I'm falling apart
Don't you care about my drinking

Or my poor lonely heart
I thought you liked football
You didn't mind those videos

And my dog didn't mean
To ruin your clothes (he can't help it)


Now you won't take my phone calls
You sent my letters back
You're paying for a lawyer

To stab me in the back
Then I saw you on the street
You looked happy, that's a fact

I'm impressed - it's a hell of an act

Angel - admit it, admit it

Darlin' - admit it, admit it
Your love for me didn't die
It's just sleepin'


Now I hope you can hear me
Wherever you are

In a cheap hotel room
Or the back seat of a car
I make up those situations

I don't know if they're true
But I'll tell you, for now, they'll do


Angel - admit it, admit it
Darlin' - admit it, admit it
Your love for me didn't die

It's just sleepin'
And it wakes every night
To your weeping'


Now I've got a question bady
What makes you cry?