What's it like to be face to face with me
Playing tricks with hearts quite as young as yours
Do you know what the reunion pays for you
Do you feel like I'm supposed to do
I could be love
I could be your assassin I don't know
Pictures of my face dissappear with time
They gave boys to quite tasteless friends of mine
Re arrange thoughts to 'what will be will be'
There is no god so pray to me