Miles away
The rumour flies
That easy coming is easy going down
You face the lie
And there's no time
You lose the track, you're turning back
In the middle of the night
Waiting for you
You lose control
You're telling me
A second world is turning inside out
(You're telling me it's inside out)
And in the end
You compromised
The way you walk, the way you talk
It's all in the game of love
No time...
Touchdown again
On the field of bitter endings
Touchdown again
Touchdown again
In a way it never changes
Touchdown again
Touchdown again
On the field of bitter endings
Touchdown again
Touchdown again
In a way it never changes
Touchdown again