You've come a long , long way but I still can't see your face It's just one of those days Next time - I think I'll live your play , cos I've a heart that doesn't mend You won't know until it ends ....... but until then
The wars were getting old , the knives would never cease I love the sight of a woman on her knees Would you return if your poisoning had helped me die ? And how many times .....
There's a quiet room , where-in once my lover fell Now I've a story to sell You see - a bullet never fails - you can't blame things on the hand At least the gun will understand ..... but until then
I've heard this all before , how the conscience never wins So unintentional is how the lure begins Would you lie down in a pocket full of razor dreams ? But she did .....
..... but I don't want to drown - I don't want to even feel I'm a diplomat of oh the most relentless kind But not that you'd mind ....
But you left me - doesn't that count for anything ? I'm a product of you , for you Now please excuse me whilst I redecorate this world for you