You, you have a face of fashion
For style in the place of passion
A rose in the garden
You, you look like you really meant it
Twisting the knife in my chest
Stamping on what's left
But I never was...
I never was one for crying
I never was one for tears
The map, the map of the world is on you
The moon gravitates around you
The seasons obey you
But I never was...
I never was one for crying
Never was one for tears
And no sooner was I born
Thеn I was dying
What kind of a world is this?
It's only a stone for throwing
It looks like an early wintеr, alright
It looks like an early winter, alright
An early winter, alright
You turn me over
Why, why do you act so stupid?
When you know that you're always right
It looks like an early winter, alright
It looks like an early winter, alright
An early winter, alright
An early winter, alright
You turn me over, alright
And it gets too much, and it gets too much
Starting over and over and over again
(Alright)
And it gets too much, and it gets too much
Starting over and over and over again
(Alright)
And it gets too much, and it gets too much
Starting over and over and over again
(Alright)
And it gets too much, and it gets too much
Starting over and over and over again
(Alright)
You turn me over