Songtext
How long since you turned cold-blooded?
And when'd you stop wearing your perfume?
How high are those walls that you put up?
Why's it so quiet in this room?
There is no worse feeling than when somebody's not listening
Say again what you said before but it
doesn't matter anymore.
If you shove first, you can't get hurt.
And she won't get her heart broke again, no-oh-oh
she won't get her heart broke again, no-oh-oh,
she won't get her heart broke again
It's not black, not white, not a shade of grey,
why I would love her either way.
Either way.
Since when was this all about the money?
And how did we get to this place?
I miss chasing the sun down to the highway.
I miss running wild across the plains.
It's no-one's problem but your own
if where you're living ain't your home
There's not a lot to talk about,
just pack your bags and get the fuck out.
You'd be scared too,
if you knew what she knew.
And she won't get her heart broke again, no-oh-oh,
she won't get her heart broke again, no-oh-oh,
she won't get her heart broke again
It's not black, not white, not a shade of grey,
why I would love her either way.
Either way.
