You've come a long , long way but I still can't see your face
It's just one of those days
Next time - I think I'll live your play , cos
I've a heart that doesn't mend
You won't know until it ends ....... but until then


The wars were getting old , the knives would never cease
I love the sight of a woman on her knees
Would you return if your poisoning had helped me die ?
And how many times .....


There's a quiet room , where-in once my lover fell
Now I've a story to sell
You see - a bullet never fails - you can't blame things on the hand
At least the gun will understand ..... but until then


I've heard this all before , how the conscience never wins
So unintentional is how the lure begins
Would you lie down in a pocket full of razor dreams ?
But she did .....


..... but I don't want to drown - I don't want to even feel
I'm a diplomat of oh the most relentless kind
But not that you'd mind ....


But you left me - doesn't that count for anything ?
I'm a product of you , for you
Now please excuse me whilst I redecorate this world for you