I'm letting go again Somehow it's different this time Starting to play again Like the ???
Here we go again Like a merry-go-down Crashing and burn again Before a mortified crowd
And when the curtain comes dropping down on all of this And when the hearts begin to roll who will confess? If I should live to tell the tale I'll do my best To leave in all the gory details, phantom limbs and entrails I'll never forget No, no
No, I've had it up to here with this burning desire I've burnt it black again but grows back greener each time
And when the curtain comes dropping down on all of this And when the hearts begin to roll who will confess? If I should live to tell the tale I'll do my best To leave in all the gory details, phantom limbs and entrails I'll never forget No, no
