Из альбома: Laughing All the Way to the Cleaners / The Best Of
It's dawned on me again
I can't balance in betweens
It's no longer familiar to me
It's become routine
The bedroom ritual
A simple way to feel
Without running the risk of anything real
Ever being given, ever being shown
Back in the bedroom no backbone
Standards I kept, in the back of my mind
Are now just rules I break from time to time
I'm way past worrying about it getting a hold of me
I realise I ride on it's back for free
The bedroom ritual
A simple way to feel
Without running the risk of anything real
Ever being given, ever being shown
Back in the bedroom no backbone
Predictably I'll stick to the safety of the script
But I know I'll end up settling for a less than perfect fit
The bedroom ritual
A simple way to feel
Without running the risk of anything real
Ever being given, ever being shown
Back in the bedroom no backbone
Back in the bedroom no backbone
Back in the bedroom no backbone