Practice makes perfect sense
But I never thought anything of it
Love was a hit or miss
And I couldn't tell the difference
Build them up just to shoot them down
Hide your weapons when they come around
Throw their hearts back to the sea
Watch them sink
And just when the game was lost
And all of the coins were tossed
My aim became locked
On a moving target
A moving target
You're a moving target
Bull's-eye
Shot in the darkness
On the first try
Emptiness fills the room
Shadows dressed in black and blue
Morning light creeps through
Washes over the wounds
Point your finger into the crowd
Hear the laughter as you go down
Heart is trampled beneath their feet
Watch it bleed
And just when the game was lost
And all of the coins were tossed
My aim became locked
On a moving target
A moving target
You're a moving target
Bull's-eye
Shot in the darkness
On the first try
(moving target)
You're a moving target
Bull's-eye
Shot in the darkness
On the first try
Moving target
Bull's-eye
Shot in the darkness
On the first try
Artist: Quasi
Artist: Hiromi
Artist: Chante Moore