I don't remember too much
About the evil things we've done
I can only tell you what I saw
There was rain and soot
There were lovers and blood
And we learned how to feel in the cold

We never talked too much
But she held me in the dark
And the time used to stop in her hands
I could feel her go hesitant
When it rained in Manhattan
We took shelter in a spare room at the Grand

And she calls me baby
Like an old romantic
But it's hard, when you're hurt
To let somebody in again
And there's a slow song playing
From a baby blue Mercedes
Singing "when I get to heaven
There will be no more hard feelings. "

You'll wish for these days
I've often heard it said
I never found that to be true
How easy it would've been
If I'd never seen you again
Like every other story in the book

And she calls me baby
Like an old romantic
But it's hard, when you're hurt
To let somebody reck you again
And there's a slow song playing
From a baby blue Mercedes
Singing "when I get to heaven
There will be no more hard feelings. "

And she calls me baby
Like an old romantic
Singing when I get to heaven
There will be no more hard feelings
There will be no more hard feelings