- cifra
My head is aching
'Cause I've been faking
The whole day through
And it isn't easy to do
Sometimes I feel like a paper plane
Caught out in the rain
As electricity lights up the city
Isn't it pretty?
Too late
Too late now
All I can do is to regret it
Too late
Too late now
All that I want to do is to forget it
I've said so many things
That I've never meant to say
And so many different ways
My eyelids shut ike red curtains
When I'm uncertain
As electricity lights up the city
Isn't it pretty?
Too late
Too late now
All I can do is to regret it
Too late
Too late now
All that I want is to do is to forget it
Too late
Too late now
All I can do is to regret it
Too late
Too late now
All that I want is to forget it
It's too bad
It's too bad now
How could you think you could go through it?
Too bad
It's too bad
How could you think you could get away?
Sometimes I feel like a paper plane
Caught out in the rain
As electricity lights up the city
Isn't it pretty?
