| All the mistakes I made,
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| I made because I didn’t know
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| my self very well,
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| and by this stage,
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| I feel like I really should know myself,
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| I’m forced into a sponsored silence,
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| where I’m only paid if I don’t
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| say what I want to say,
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| Open up your arms and say,
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| I can’t throw it all away,
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| open up your arms and say,
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| I can’t give it all away,
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| I couldn’t even care what you say,
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| you change,
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| you change everyday,
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| and blame it on your obvious ways,
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| I gamble my presents,
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| and full the jukebox full of
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| my favourite phrases,
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| as we cling to the nightclub walls,
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| we whisper the words,
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| we whisper them wrong,
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| and so we screamed out the wrong words,
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| into our own song,
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| and with the kiss that tasted like drugs,
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| which taste like,
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| we’ll never ever make it home,
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| Open up your arms and say,
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| I can’t throw it all away,
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| open up your arms and say,
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| I can’t give it all away,
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| I couldn’t even care what you say,
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| you change,
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| you change everyday,
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| and blame it on your obvious ways,
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| Throw me around,
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| first you’ve got to calm me down,
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| don’t you think you should calm me down,
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| before you throw me around,
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| you throw me into another
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| move I came to make,
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| it changes every day,
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| Open up your arms and say,
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| give it all away,
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| I couldn’t even care what you say,
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| you change,
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| you change everyday,
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| and blame it on your obvious ways, |