It's all just a game for the kings of romance
Scatter some roses and ask for a dance
Keep off their toes and stay listening till three
Works every time, but never for me
So I'll bide my time, rose in my teeth,
thorns underneath
Getting dirty with qwerty down in my cold laptop
I should un-net myself, go to a club
Stare at the door till my dream comes through
Cos even in Archway, dreams can come true
So I'll keep believing, pink gin in reach
Bitters beneath…
…the dream-line
Beauty is true
Rainbows form black lines
Our ties a noose
I watch all the boys as they try to cast spells
On girls who say no, but hint at yes as well
I could just as soon turn lead into gold
The alchemy all left me, the day you left home
And every new promise
I'd rather leave well alone
Won't explore the unknown
I'd rather wait by the phone