It's over now
The waiting game
Its all so fine
But all the saint
The fight goes on
But over now
This waiting game
Love's a smell of roses
Hate a withered twin
Then I wasn't sure 'til you broke the silence saying
"I would love to walk that aisle again
I would love to walk that aisle again"
But love appears so fickle
And fleeting through the gates
"Father, keep me close to sour heart
Lead me to a thundering start..."
But the bride said no
"And anyway you're too fricking weird for me!"
Thе bride said no!
"And anyway you're too fricking weird for mе!"
If only my blood just hadn't bled for you
And no other rose will scent me life
It's over now
The waiting game
It's all so fine
And all the same
I can't go on
It has to end
This crazy game
Low might seem vindictive
Ruthless like cayenne
But I had a hunch, it all came back to me that
I would love to walk that aisle again
Yeah I would love to walk that aisle again
Your mind has travelled lightweight
Hut when mist chilled your boots
Break out from a stalemate
And dance beneath the moon
"Father, I am asking of you
Tell me now please what should I do?"
So the bride said no
"And anyway you're too frickin' weird for me!"
The bride said no! No...
"And anyway you're too frickin' weird for me!"
The bride said
Oh no, no go
Not me, I'm not
So there
No more
Gusto
You call me at night from some busy street
You're rude yet contrite, that's it for me
Oh you want to break free ...but please come back..!
Oh no, no go
Not me. I'm not so
So there
No more
Gusto
I've thrown out the white
You'd dream up a sight
Where people live lives
Like they need to get real
But the money is fine
Yeah the money was fine
Oh no, I'm too old
I'm too vain, I'm too slow
I'm out and you're in
You go!
You go girl...
We call off the fight
And leave it for now
Cast to the wind - marital intercession
Death to it all as it follows my footfall
Leaving me cold, you marsh through the aisle
With the white crown askew
It's over now, the waiting game
Someone in the crowd: "Madame..."
I say freedom
I say freedom!
I want freedom!!
You vultures! Cretins! Get out of my way!
Get out of my way! Get out of my way!
Taxi! Taxi!
And the bride said... no
The waiting game
Its all so fine
But all the saint
The fight goes on
But over now
This waiting game
Love's a smell of roses
Hate a withered twin
Then I wasn't sure 'til you broke the silence saying
"I would love to walk that aisle again
I would love to walk that aisle again"
But love appears so fickle
And fleeting through the gates
"Father, keep me close to sour heart
Lead me to a thundering start..."
But the bride said no
"And anyway you're too fricking weird for me!"
Thе bride said no!
"And anyway you're too fricking weird for mе!"
If only my blood just hadn't bled for you
And no other rose will scent me life
It's over now
The waiting game
It's all so fine
And all the same
I can't go on
It has to end
This crazy game
Low might seem vindictive
Ruthless like cayenne
But I had a hunch, it all came back to me that
I would love to walk that aisle again
Yeah I would love to walk that aisle again
Your mind has travelled lightweight
Hut when mist chilled your boots
Break out from a stalemate
And dance beneath the moon
"Father, I am asking of you
Tell me now please what should I do?"
So the bride said no
"And anyway you're too frickin' weird for me!"
The bride said no! No...
"And anyway you're too frickin' weird for me!"
The bride said
Oh no, no go
Not me, I'm not
So there
No more
Gusto
You call me at night from some busy street
You're rude yet contrite, that's it for me
Oh you want to break free ...but please come back..!
Oh no, no go
Not me. I'm not so
So there
No more
Gusto
I've thrown out the white
You'd dream up a sight
Where people live lives
Like they need to get real
But the money is fine
Yeah the money was fine
Oh no, I'm too old
I'm too vain, I'm too slow
I'm out and you're in
You go!
You go girl...
We call off the fight
And leave it for now
Cast to the wind - marital intercession
Death to it all as it follows my footfall
Leaving me cold, you marsh through the aisle
With the white crown askew
It's over now, the waiting game
Someone in the crowd: "Madame..."
I say freedom
I say freedom!
I want freedom!!
You vultures! Cretins! Get out of my way!
Get out of my way! Get out of my way!
Taxi! Taxi!
And the bride said... no
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