I don't have a game to give away I'd take you home but the lock's been changed Let me take you in my arms tonight My hands are tied but we can improvise
I've broken promises I've never made And ruined plans that I've never laid But I will be there if you need my help and tell you things I don't tell no one else
No you don't need those spies of yours That is what your eyes are for I hit my head but you're kissing it better now
I've made up my mind I've made up my mind But I'm still confined By these knots that I have tied
Can I come undone with you?
No you don't need those spies of yours That is what your eyes are for I hit my head but you're kissing it better now
I've made up my mind I've made up my mind But I'm still confined By these knots that I have tied
Can I come undone with you?
Compositores: Edward Jonathan Harris (PRS), Mark Treasure (Ghosts), Robert James Smith (Cure) (PRS), Simon Maynard PettigrewEditor: Perfect Songs Ltd (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #25843034 em 07/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM