Russian Roulette

(альбом: Birds Of Tokyo - 2005)

Say, preacher man I think you lied
You said the love would surely die
I misread the fine print on your sleeve
As you tried to hand this down to me
It's too late for you to say the reasons are found within
As I taste the freedom in your sweet, love-rich remedy

As I fall back down again
I hold my head high
And I'll turn back round to you
And wave my goodbye

The same mystic eyes that left me blind
The same tune that I will hum alone
I know that it seems I'm sorry
So with the underlining rule of love
I slipped through when I should have been awake
And I missed the summer with you

As I fall back down again
I hold my head high
And I'll turn back round to you
And wave my goodbye

I never want to bet
But I guarantee a steady hand
There's no sense in regret
And I know
It's only second best
But I guarantee a steady hand
When we play Russian Roulette

Don't shadow me, shadow me
Don't shadow me, shadow me
Don't shadow me, shadow me
Don't shadow me, shadow me
Don't shadow me, shadow me
Don't shadow me, shadow me
Don't shadow me, shadow me
Don't shadow me, shadow me

As I fall back down again
I hold my head high
And I'll turn back round to you
And wave my goodbye

I never want to bet
But I guarantee a steady hand
There's no sense in regret
And I know
It's only second best
But I guarantee a steady hand
When we play Russian Roulette