Moved to a brand new city
got a great new apartment
with a beautiful view
and I even got a brand new kitty.
Got a brand new phone
and a brand new number.
You can’t track me down
so you’re back there all alone.
But why did you call me
just before I left?
Why did you have to ask
if I still loved you?
With 10 years of push me away
then pull me to you,
I’d had enough, we were through.
And I said you’d beaten my love down.
So why is your question
still haunting me,
still haunting me?
(‘cuz it ain’t over, it’ll never be over.)
Moved to a brand new city
got a great new apartment
with a beautiful view
and I even got a brand new kitty.
Got a brand new phone
and a brand new number.
You can’t track me down
so you’re back there all alone.
Whenever I had said I loved you,
you either laughed with scorn
or had sudden hearing loss
or loved me fiercely saying you loved me too.
Whenever I swore we were through,
you’d do some romantic gesture
as if you had read my mind
and I’d be right back to the joys and tears.
But why did you call me
just before I left?
Why did you have to ask
if I still loved you?
And why is your question
still haunting me,
still haunting me?
(‘cuz it ain’t over, it’ll never be over.)
(‘cuz it ain’t over, it’ll never be over.)
