Train crash, hidden behind white lines
Short skirt, long night
A small vice
Has her lost in
The bigger lie
Swears it's her last time.
Come to me, baby please, come to thee
There's a song in that - oh oh
There's a story to be told
As these pages they unfold - take it slow
Big mess
Hidden inside a suit and tie
Swears it's his last time
Counting claims
Countersuit
Counting - the down days
Lies in the bed he made.
Come to me, baby please, come to thee
There's a song in that - oh oh
There's a story to be told
As these pages they unfold - take it slow
From these stories comes a line
And lessons come to light
Complicated - perfect lives
But I see you through your smile
All the - time
And these pages will - shine
When the ink is set and dry
Complicated - perfect lives
But I see you through your smile
All the - time