In the house where Alice lives. (Alice's). it's a mess of souvenirs. let to remind you telling the time. ?. ?. people say it's cold outside. you disagree, she's telling me....
They tore up our kisses and ran. On tomorrow's pages. And the lions have eaten the lamb. On tomorrow's pages. There's a day of your life in your hands.
I'm a heartbreak beat, yea, all night long. And nobody don't dance on the edge of the dark. We've got the radio on. And it feels like love,. But it don't mean a lot.
She's a heartbeat. Yeah, she's a heartbeat. She's a door at the end of a dead end street. She's a heartbeat. And footsteps I hear her footsteps. Here comes rumours and lies.