Maybe I'm wrong I should just keep moving on I suppose But I'll see it through Just like some kind of fool
You say you care That this kind of life Leads nowhere Still, I guess, I'll see it through Just like some kind of fool
The rules of the game We constantly play Can be cruel If nothing else remains I've promised to stay And I do
Crying again, you say these words Are just sentimental things But I'll stay with you Just like some kind of fool
All the things we say Apportioning blame are untrue And nothing else remains I've promised to stay And I do And I do... like some kind of fool
The rules of the game We so often play Can be cruel If nothing else remains I've promised to stay And I do And I do... like some kind of fool
Compositor: David Alan Batt (David Sylvian) (PRS)Editores: Campbell Connelly and Co Limited (PRS), Samadhi Sound PublishingECAD verificado obra #4249320 em 08/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM