There's something sad about this, but she doesn't know. 
People see us in the spotlight, but by the end of the 
night she seems all right and I'm just the wolf that is 
taking her home. The Keys on the table...we step from the 
couch. She sleeps on the bed, She leaves me cold, but I 
know she's beautiful and that's all that matters. 
Everthings a repition. I make the same mistake again.