Eleanor Testo

Came out with your friends,
now you're all alone
Standing at the bar
spotlit by your phone
Hands wrapped around your drink
like it´s the only thing you own
I´m not the kind of guy
to take you home
With your lipstick smeared
and your high-heels broke But I´m sinking in your tired
eyes like I´m made of stone
And all I´m asking is...

(Eleanor, Eleanor)
What could be so wrong?
(Eleanor)
Aren´t you tired of being alone?
(Eleanor, Eleanor)
What could be so wrong?
(Eleanor)
Where has our passion gone?

All made-up at the end of the night
Clutch-purse matched with the
bags below your eyes
Play with your gum, wrap me
around those idle fingers
I watch you sway to karaoke song
Hear your gasps fill the gaps where the words belong
Want you to kiss me wich a violence
Only your man could know
And I´m skill asking...

(Eleanor, Eleanor)
What could be so wrong?
(Eleanor)
Aren´t you tired of being alone?
(Eleanor, Eleanor)
What could be so wrong?
(Eleanor)
Where has our passion gone?

Every night you came here
Hoping this cruel world
will lets you disappear
Every guy who left you hurt
They were empty words,
weren´t they, Eleanor?

I´ll get right under you skin
and course through your veins
Like a medicine curing your bad ways
But tell me, Eleanor, do you
think it´s already too late?
Too late to ask you?
(Eleanor, Eleanor)
(Eleanor, Eleanor)

(Eleanor, Eleanor)
What could be so wrong?
(Eleanor)
Aren´t you tired of being alone?
(Eleanor, Eleanor)
What could be so wrong?
(Eleanor)
Where has our passion gone?