Paroles
Lit up all the matches
Peek inside the room
Fortune tellers in there
Sleeping with the moon
Missed the bad advice
Could be right
between you and me
If you've gone away
Who will make
Trouble for the rest of us?
Fate's a bitter lady
Beat us to a pulp
I am sure she means well
She's just a little dull
To have stayed alive
interwined
between punch & dream
If you've gone away
Who will make
Trouble for the rest of us?
Like a machine
Rumbling
Humming through your heart
