Say, teacher man, I think you lied, 'Cause you said that love would surely die, I misread the fine print on your sleeve, As you tried to hand this down to me.
It's too late for you to say to me, man, It's found within, As I taste the freedom in your sweet, Love-rich remedy.
As I fall back down again, I hold my head high. And I turn back round to you, And wave my goodbye.
The same mystic eyes that left me blind, The same tune that I will hum alone, I know, That it seems I'm sorry.
So with the underlining rule of love, I slipped through when I should've been awake, And I missed the summer with you.
As I fall back down again, I hold my head high, And I turn back round to you, And wave my goodbye,
And I'll never want again, (?) But I guarantee a steady hand, There's no sense in regret, And I know it's only second-best, But I guarantee a steady hand, When we play Russian Roulette.
As I fall back down again, I hold my head high, And I turn back round to you, And wave my goodbye,
And I'll never want again, (?) Could I guarantee a steady hand, There's no sense in regret, And I know it's only second-best, But I guarantee a steady hand, When we play Russian Roulette.