Из альбома: Glass Arcade
Every day
It seems I catch you out again
Catch you out again
So easily
It’s a cross I have to bear
A mistake I have to share if it kills me Kills me Sixty years too soon
Every day
It seems we’re pulled apart again
Torn apart again
Too easily
It’s a risk that I have to take
An affair that I have to break if it kills me Kills me Fifty years too soon
You’ve let your hair down once too often
You know that I would often pray
And talk to me of jealousy
'Cause that’s not all it can be