Lyrics:

sure was a hell of a mistake I made
but I sure am glad that I made it
no way for a grown man to behave
more the act of a teen opportunist
I stand accused of losing my head

we sit so high on the city walls
our tears wash clean the cobblestones
it's not so much that the thrill is gone
just a cleaner, sweeter, brighter thrill has come along

I can sense trouble just around the bend
and it's all benn my kind of making
I can't carry on with all this pretence
when it's clear that my love has been fading
I stand accused of the things I said

we sit so high on the city walls
our tears wash clean the cobblestones
it's not so much that the thrill is gone
just a cleaner, sweeter, brighter thrill has come along