作词 : Paul O'Neill 作曲 : Paul O'Neill Lines of a tale Cut in the face of a crowd, sentenced no bail There in the night Deep in the back through the black beckons a life Time moving in a straight line But then at a whim a change in the wind A story begins in its mind For deep in her eyes beneath the lies of the dark Leaving marks, sparks She has been steeled Standing there looking so tight, taut and high heeled One of a kind The kind of a girl that only a dream could design Time seen through glasses of wine Never reveals the why or the when How this story will end as you find That deep in her eyes beneath the lies of the dark Leaving marks, sparks Come on, conjure up a reason for living Take me round and around and around and around and again Come on, do it in the name of living For if not tonight tell me when For if not tonight tell me when, yeah Hearts can confuse That messed up bundle of nerves that tends to bruise Still lay it bare It's better to bleed than to need and never have dared Chance, a move based on a glance A move based on no more than feel In this unreal circumstance For deep in her eyes beneath the lies of the dark Leaving marks, sparks
作词 : Paul O'Neill 作曲 : Paul O'Neill Lines of a tale Cut in the face of a crowd, sentenced no bail There in the night Deep in the back through the black beckons a life Time moving in a straight line But then at a whim a change in the wind A story begins in its mind For deep in her eyes beneath the lies of the dark Leaving marks, sparks She has been steeled Standing there looking so tight, taut and high heeled One of a kind The kind of a girl that only a dream could design Time seen through glasses of wine Never reveals the why or the when How this story will end as you find That deep in her eyes beneath the lies of the dark Leaving marks, sparks Come on, conjure up a reason for living Take me round and around and around and around and again Come on, do it in the name of living For if not tonight tell me when For if not tonight tell me when, yeah Hearts can confuse That messed up bundle of nerves that tends to bruise Still lay it bare It's better to bleed than to need and never have dared Chance, a move based on a glance A move based on no more than feel In this unreal circumstance For deep in her eyes beneath the lies of the dark Leaving marks, sparks
