Now I just don't know who to tell to go to hell Who put the old devil in the distorted angel? - Elvis Costello

I could say it was the nights when I was lonely
and you were the only one who'd talk.
I could tell you that I like your sensitivity,
when you know it's the way that you walk.

There is music that seems to belong to you the moment that you hear it, and music about which you must be patient, awaiting the hour when it may reveal itself to you.

Don't start me talking
I could talk all night
My mind goes sleepwalking
While I'm putting the world to right.