Burning pictures...
Faded ways...
Why fight it?
Burning bidges...
Charred remains...
Why fight it?
Make-up doesn't make-up,
(you don't tell me anything)
The make-up of our lives.
Check-ups, there are bugs here,
(you don't know anything)
The most intimate in spies.
When we have nothing,
We have something in our lives.
I can live one more time, I think, I hope, I hang my head.
The way you remember, you stick your face in it
The way you remember, you wash your mouth with it
Think I can, no I can't, no one can.
Faded ways...
Why fight it?
Burning bidges...
Charred remains...
Why fight it?
Make-up doesn't make-up,
(you don't tell me anything)
The make-up of our lives.
Check-ups, there are bugs here,
(you don't know anything)
The most intimate in spies.
When we have nothing,
We have something in our lives.
I can live one more time, I think, I hope, I hang my head.
The way you remember, you stick your face in it
The way you remember, you wash your mouth with it
Think I can, no I can't, no one can.