Sometimes they try to forget and sometimes they do

Giving love for the financial gain

She's so good with excuses and incorrect reasons

I'm tired of trying to win and you're tired of me

She knows how to stand in the corner

And whisper the words that you need

She knows how to stand in the corner

And whisper the words with that cynical charm

We could dance

Now it's my brother's time

Here on the floor with these very loose young girls

Like someone in Japan who just lied

If the innocent are saved then what happens to her

What's done is done and everything's different somehow

I keep a book of reflections that sometimes appear in her eyes

I keep a book of reflections

And realise there's nothing much that I can do

We could dance

Now it's my brother's time