- cifra
So far so good
I got my hands to catch whatever happens to fall past my head
If I could begin to understand that what I missed is what I wanted
(Is it true?)
The curtain call
The spotlight fades
Into a dream I had a couple nights ago
(and I was you)
A plastic doll
The silver lining to my pillow case
What a show
I think I'm out of luck again
Sympathy calling out my name
I keep my distance from the sparks and gasoline
I start a fire all the same
Was it me?
Was it someone else dressed in my skin
Having fun
(I am)
I've had enough
I'm exposed and have no memory
Of what I've done
I think I'm out of luck again
Sympathy calling out my name
I keep my distance from the sparks and gasoline
I start a fire all the same
I think I'm out of luck again
Sympathy calling out my name
I keep my distance from the sparks and gasoline
I start a fire all the same
