Broken bottles and sweet old ballads I can't listen to them chattering
Coming and going Winning and losing Seducing me Using me
As time goes on by I get lost in your eyes Oh, what a nice surprise You are always on my mind
Talk to me softly The words you say Take me away From this place
Tired and tired Later and later One more hour trying to think straighter
Tired and tired Later and later One more hour trying to think straighter
Chained but free Unexpected, ironically Loosen tightly Little girl with thorns Love new born I want to sleep on your bedroom floor I want to hear you asking for more
Life is out of key Why does that always happen to me? Mean reality Was it ever meant to be?
Life is out of key Why does that always happen to me? Mean reality Was it ever meant to be? Was it ever meant to be? Was it ever meant to be? Was it ever meant to be?