could be contended
I don′t need to suffer
You′re beautiful
Good to talk to
You make an impression
To take my attention
And when you touch my skin
I smell disaster

Step away - walk away
All I want is the real thing
(nothing but the real thing)

Walking on pavements
We collect in bars
Asleep in the houses
So alone -
Looking inside herself
She breaks the glass
Turns her head backwards
She′s fallen down again