| I remember all the times |
| The song, the melody, the rhyme |
| Recurring in my mind when I met you |
| But it feels so strange |
| Is this all arranged? |
| All arranged by you |
| Yeah was nothing true? |
| And now you look past my eyes |
| As if you’re waiting for a vice |
| To have a cause to leave again |
| You’re going to take it without a feeling |
| Making your relation tactical |
| Do you really want to offend me in this way |
| Don’t say: what do I care |
| I behold |
| You’re so cold |
| Live and win |
| By your maxim |
| You say all your freedom’s gone |
| You’re sure of where you belong |
| Now you must budge from my side |
| I don’t understand |
| Don’t you need a hand |
| A hand of tenderness |
| What do you repress? |
| So we’re here at daggers drawn |
| After calm now comes the storm |
| I never wanted this variance |
| You’re going to take it without a feeling |
| Making your relation tactical |
| Do you really want to offend me in this way |
| Don’t say: what do I care |
| I behold |
| You’re so cold |
| Live and win |
| By your maxim |
| Never go back to where you come from |
| You gotta act with intellect |
| Oh it feels so strange |
| Is this all arranged |
| Was nothing true |
| Is this all arranged |
| Is this arranged |
| Arranged by you |
| Never go back to where you come from |
| You gotta act with intellect |
| Never go back to where you come from |
| You gotta act with intellect |