If only you would talk to me the way you do If only you would walk with me out in the midnight blue I'm absent minded window gazing in the pouring rain I look at my reflection I can see it's pretty plain For all the young romantic fools Who like to feel the pain Self pity is your only friend, helps you to complain That's not love And if it's time for vengeance well I think that it's my turn But I haven't even got a photograph of you to burn I sit here drinking wine and whiskey from a plastic cup I phone up the Samaritans but even they hang up