Из альбома: It Doesn’t Matter Anymore
Is this the fag-end, dead-end place where we must cease?
Now take my hand and I'll lead you to the guillotine
Look at the mascara run down your cheekbones
You'll have to get used to being alone
Your stockings ripped and your face is looking pretty beat
But this is one game where you face certain defeat
Don't throw the radio into the bathtub
Don't take those pills cos you don't know what will come of...
I'm sorry all the same if I'm a liar
But you'll find another flame to light your fire
Your melodramatic gestures won't do any good
This thing has run it's course
And I wouldn't change it if I could
Don't throw the radio into the bathtub
Don't take those pills cos you don't know what will come of...
I'm sorry all the same if I'm a liar
But you'll find another flame to light your fire
I'm sorry all the same if I'm a liar
But you'll find another flame to light your fire
I'm sorry all the same if I'm a liar
But you'll find another flame to light your fire
Light your fire, light your fire