It’ll Never Be Me

Pochette de l'album Philippe DeBarge.

Pochette de l'album Even More Electric Banana.

Paroles

Said I’d turn away from the looking glass
Fingers trace the lines of the years that passed
Spills? of light upon the lips of someone standing by

No, it’ll never be me
Looking at you that way

Mother keeps a photograph of a child who’s dead
The child of a fading name that’s never said
Right fantasies of the child’s life are spinning ’round this mother’s head

No, it’ll never be me
Looking at you that way

Face presses against the window of an early train
Arms withstand the message of unspoken pain
You wipe away a tear and then it starts to rain

No, it’ll never be me
Looking at you that way