I had a nightmare I lived in a little town where little dreams were broken and words were seldom spoken
I tried to reach you but all the lines were down Summer rain began to fall on this little town ...on this little town
The little people have very little left to say their words had all been shortened they didn't really seem important
And I had a feeling that you were very far away but a little voice inside me said you'll never get away from here
And it's 1, 2, 3 Times and you lose of course it doesn't matter how you say it I'm out of love so there's nothing really more to say I'm throwing it all away
And we had a peeling but now we all faked to see we never look at one another only when another suffered
And if I saw you then it was just another face but I still don't blank horizon lining on the human race
And it's 1, 2, 3 Times and you lose of course it doesn't matter how you say it I'm out of luck so there's nothing really more to say I'm throwing it all away
And it's 1, 2, 3 Times and you lose I'm out of love so there's nothing really more to say I'm throwing it all away throwing it all away throwing it all away
Compositores: Francis Healy, Andrew Thomas Dunlop (Andrew Dunlop) ECAD: Obra #2633828