The Score — текст песни (Sarah Slean)

O I rented a motobike
All night I had the fear
For your word

O the terrifying choice
Was clear . . . clear
So right the moon was out of sight
His cool wife cut off an ear
I heard the voices of oblivion cheer

This time the pleasure`s all mine
I`ve got your number I know the score
I`d be a hopeless romantic
For the fortune I made in gold

Hard bent toward the circus tent
. . . Beckond me near
His wild eyes
O how terrifying choice was clear . . . clear

This time the pleasure`s all mine
I`ve got your number I know the score
I`d be a hopeless romantic
For the fortune I made in gold

His wild eyes
I saw the faces for a million cheers

This time the pleasure`s all mine
I`ve got your number I know the score
I`d be a hopeless romantic
For the fortune I made in gold