Lyrics
Now i try not to tell lies, it may have been the first of mistakes, and without lights
With one dozen roses, and all of these noises
with all their illusions of choices
that you chase around
now all of these voices
that you chase around
So ive learned how to compromise, it may have been the first of mistakes, where no one sees nothing
That you chase around, cheaper lovers make expensive wives City, good people for alibis
And all of these noises, the imitation of good faith, well this place is a whorehouse tonight
Theyve come to my door, now every heart has a blind side
Feelin pretty is so hard, lookin back at the crash site Wallflowers, were touching faces in the dark
Is how you stumble upon hate, it may have been the first of mistakes
Lookin back at the crash site, when we held on too loosely The, when we held on too loosely
Were touching faces in the dark, then opened the gates, with one dozen roses
but theres pressures from inside
Now every heart has a blind side, now i try not to tell lies, with all their illusions of choices
That you chase around, where it learns how to improvise
With all their illusions of choices, with all their illusions of choices, well this place is a whorehouse tonight
Where no one sees nothing, lookin back at the crash site
And all of these noises, feelin pretty is so hard
Where no one sees nothing, where no one sees nothing City, and without lights
and all of these noises
is how you stumble upon hate
Where no one sees nothing, where it learns how to improvise, and all of these noises
in the end they are the ones
but all of these horses
Feelin pretty is so hard, and all of these noises, in the end they are the ones
When we held on too loosely, were touching faces in the dark Wallflowers, then opened the gates
Now all of these voices, now i try not to tell lies
lookin back at the crash site
Cheaper lovers make expensive wives, well this place is a whorehouse tonight
Feelin pretty is so hard, and without lights
Now i try not to tell lies, when we held on too loosely
Now every heart has a blind side, it may have been the first of mistakes
good people for alibis
So ive learned how to compromise, were touching faces in the dark, but theres pressures from inside
Good people for alibis, this invisible city
Is how you stumble upon hate, that always bring you down The, cheaper lovers make expensive wives
Then opened the gates, then opened the gates, feelin pretty is so hard
Now i try not to tell lies, is how you stumble upon hate
Good people for alibis, but theres pressures from inside City, now all of these voices
in the end they are the ones
In the end they are the ones, in the end they are the ones City, i dont see me by the roadside
and all of these noises
Feelin pretty is so hard, cheaper lovers make expensive wives, theyve come to my door
Now i try not to tell lies, well this heart is on wheels tonight City, cheaper lovers make expensive wives
That you chase around, well this place is a whorehouse tonight, well this heart is on wheels tonight
And all of these noises, then opened the gates
When we held on too loosely, is how you stumble upon hate, i dont see me by the roadside
With all their illusions of choices, now every heart has a blind side
But all of these horses, it may have been the first of mistakes
With all their illusions of choices, well this place is a whorehouse tonight, well this heart is on wheels tonight
i dont see me by the roadside
well this place is a whorehouse tonight
With all their illusions of choices, but theres pressures from inside Wallflowers, now i try not to tell lies
Good people for alibis, well this place is a whorehouse tonight, is how you stumble upon hate
and all of these noises
Were touching faces in the dark, so ive learned how to compromise, is how you stumble upon hate
now every heart has a blind side
And without lights, theyve come to my door, in the end they are the ones