There is no king when love is the thing, play the same rules. In a heartbeat a wise man can be a fool. There's no guarantee that love will be a stranger or a friend.
Two smilin' faces. That's how it used to be. What once was forever. Is now a faded memory. . The perfect illusion. For a while I guess it was. Without explanation.
(David Tyson/Tina Arena/Dean McTaggert). . You sit in the shadows. You don't complain or criticize. And while the world may see me as a fool. They're not looking through your eyes.
You sit in silence in the shadows. You don't complain or criticise. And while the world may see me as a fool. They're not looking through your eyes. .
Life is a blank page. Write what u want. Only in ur own way. It's alright. So let ur dark days. Be beautiful. It's just another shade of light. . But now we're looking up.
There's no king when love is the thing play the same rules. In a heartbeat a wiseman can be a fool. There's not guarantee that love will be a stranger or a friend.
Two smiling faces, that's how it used to be. What once was forever, now a faded memory. The perfect illusion, for a while I guess it was. Without explanation the bloom fell off the rose.
Woo woo, woo woo woo. Woo woo, close to my heart. . No secrets between us. It's time for us to both come clean. Let the water wash away illusion. From now on I need more than a dream.
I look at this mountain. So many heartaches wide. And I can't help but wonder. Where's the other side. I've got to be honest. I've got my doubts. These tears are asking me.
There's no king when love is the thing, we play the same rules. In a heartbeat a wise man can be a fool. There's no guarantee that love will be a stranger or a friend.
There's no king when love is the thing. We play the same rules. In a heartbeat a wise man can be a fool. There's no guarantee that love will be. A stranger or friend.
Words and Music by David Tyson,Tina Arena and Dean McTaggart. Two smilin' faces, that's how it used to be. What once was forever is now a faded memory.
(B. David/J. Rushing). . I met him in Seattle, he was gettin' down on a bottle. Telling lies in the Blue Moon Bar. His face was hard and travelled, and as the wine unravelled.
I look at this mountain. So many heartaches wide. And I can't help but wonder. Where's the other side. . I've got to be honest. I've got my doubts. These tears are asking me.