You're on the phone

It's four a.m.

Your little life

Is in pieces again

The line breaks up

But I hear you swear

I almost felt him lying there



And both of us know that it's all gonna to

happen again

And both of us know that it's all gonna to

happen again

And both of us try and pretend that it's going

to change



The stolen flowers

At the foot of the stairs

A ripped up dress

And the broken chair

An empty glass

And a [rat/red/rag] eyed child

The bitter prizes

Of a life gone wild



And both of us know that it's all gonna to


happen again

And both of us try and pretend that it's going

to change



But some girls do

And some girls don't

Some girls will

While some girls won't

I don't care

What's wrong

What's right

I heard a soul on fire tonight

I heard a soul on fire tonight

I heard a soul on fire tonight

I heard a soul on fire tonight



You're at the door

It's six a.m.

You've fallen into my life again

The suitcase is empty

You can't tell me why

I drive you back

To the [rage/wreckage] again