Salome

(альбом: Too Far To Care - 1997)

Salome, uncross your heart
I know what goes on inside, it's over before it starts
Well I'll stay all night, I'll wait right here
Full moon might work magic, girl but I won't disappear

And I'm tired of making friends
And I'm tired of making time
And I'm sick to death of love
And I'm sick to death of trying
And it's easier for you
Yeah, it's easier for you

And it's easier for you
Yeah, it's easier for you

Salome, untie my hands
Well I'll find another lady and you'll wreck another man
It's over now, yeah, and so are we
My blood's turned to dirt girl, you broke every part of me

And I'm tired of making friends
And I'm tired of making time
And I'm sick to death of love
And I'm sick to death of trying
And it's easier for you
Yeah, it's easier for you

And it's easier for you
Yeah, it's easier for you

And I'm tired of making friends
And I'm tired of making time
And I'm sick to death of love
And I'm sick to death of trying
And it's easier for you
Yeah, it's easier for you

And it's easier for you
Yeah, it's easier for you

And it's easier for you
Yeah, it's easier for you