What`s it like to be face to face with me?
Playing tricks with hearts quite as young as yours
Do you know what the reunion pays for you?
Do you feel like I`m supposed to do?
I could be love
I could be your assassin. I don`t know
Pictures of my face dissappear with time
They gave boys to quite tasteless friends of mine
Re-arrange thoughts to `what will be will be`
There is no god so pray to me
