That time when we were crossin' the Atlantic. The moment now we reached the middle. You turned to me and said something romantic. "I've won the race and you're the medal".
Up tight, tied up again. Tied up again with my one and only friend. Your voice is all I can hear. All I can hear it's the music to my ears. Staying out of trouble staying in and out of touch.
Well, I look through a window and I see. Some people lying on strange contraptions. Moving their bodies up and down. A futile struggle to gain perfection.
Whatever happened to truth?. Lost without a trace. Whatever happened to the mirror?. That showed me a happy face. . Whatever happened to sorry?. You know it's never too late.
So your life is on fire. And you tried to put it out with me. Well, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. . Everything is everywhere. And I don't know who to be. But I won't let this world unbalance me.
Here's a nasty little queen. There's a boy who loves his mother. Heres another operator. Thinking that he's got it covered. . You're in a jam. You're tied up in knots.