she's running wild
wild and free
I am wondering if she can be happy
still her visits light my fire
though in between it will burn down
still at least she comes around
she's glugging it down
knocking it back
I'm wondering if this will make her happy
still her laughter turns me on
even though she will fall down
still at least she comes around
when you came was up to you
and why I followed you'll never know
we lie in your arms in your bed in your house
I'm duly snared fair and square
you bitch you still scratch me
you had it worked out so carefully planned
here we lie hand in hand
but you failed at the test most easy of all
distracted I fear by your own screams through the wall
you bitch you still scratch me
you lie you lie a barren waste
I move away in subtle haste
considering your form you think it might work
you didn't count on one little jerk
you bitch you still scratch me
I saw in your eyes a look of fire
a deep-rooted desire
I assumed it was for me
and now I question the rules
then the wind caught your hair
and tossed it around in the air
I wish I was the wind
I would touch your neck
and feel your skin on mine
For days I looked the same
I looked out I looked in vain
I know it's not bad luck
It's just that there are no rules
then the wind caught your hair
and tossed it around in the air
I wish I was the wind
I would touch your neck
and feel your skin on mine
people in grass houses shouldn't throw petrol bombs
they light the fire and they burn themselves
people with all their faults they shouldn't look to blame
the finger will return and even harsher flame
and all the while when you would sit in your chair
I can honestly say you were mostly never there
people they lie in bed and there are some who can sleep
and those who can't even weep
people with all their shame they just carry on
just the same as if nothing was forgone
and all the while when you would lie in my bed
I would lie if I left things unsaid
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I didn't mean to fall in love with you
didn't mean to turn things sour and blue
it's just that I read more than there was
I think it's just because
and wouldn't you say it was all washed up on that day
when like meets like and one must give way
wouldn't you say I had the right to cry
be so kind as to ask me why
and now that it's done can it be undone
it's like a rope around my throat
could these feelings could they die
would you tell me that's a lie
and wouldn't you say it was all washed up on that day
when like meets like and one must give way
wouldn't you say I had the right to cry
be so kind as to ask me why