Imitation of a Kiss - The Jazz Passengers, Deborah Harry

This is an imitation of a kiss.

An imitations all it is and when I kiss you, it may look like a kiss.

Call it a kiss, this imitation of love.

Its an imitation of romance.

All hollow gestures and demands.

You get agressive.

So tired of routines, you go to extremes.

This imitation of romance.

Theres a place I used to go, its closed down long ago.

Id lie down there in your darkness watching rivers flow.

Now its an imitation of love.

No ones fooling no one.

And though youre here now, Im so far away.

Lets call it a day.

This imitation of a kiss.

When it looks like all is lost here something reappears.

All my reasons leave the room now, leaving you still here.

This is an imitation of goodbye.

I say its over all the time, yet Im still with you.

Dont know why it is I cant resist this imitation of a kiss.