Broken bottles and sweet old ballads
I can listen to them chattering

Coming and going
Winning and losing
Seducing me
Using me

As time goes on by
I get lost in your eyes
Oh, what a nice surprise
You are always on my mind

Talk to me softly
The words you say
Take me away
From this place

Tired and tired
Later and later
One more hour trying to think straighter

Tired and tired
Later and later
One more hour trying to think straighter

Chained but free
Unexpected, ironically
Loosen tightly
Little girl with thorns
Love new born
I want to sleep on your bedroom floor
I want to hear you asking for more

Life is out of key
Why does that always happen to me?
Mean reality
Was it ever meant to be?

Life is out of key
Why does that always happen to me?
Mean reality
Was it ever meant to be?
Was it ever meant to be?
Was it ever meant to be?
Was it ever meant to be?
Was it ever meant to be?