save your scissors
city and colour
and i'll keep on running this neverending race
maybe next time will be the right time
and maybe next time will be your time
i don't think the blade will dig in
there's no way that i want you to be left behind
so why does it always seem
that every time i turn around
somebody falls in love with me?
this has never been my sole intention
and i have never claimed to have patents on such inventions
i don't think the blade will dig in
there's no way that i want you to be left behind
there is something that i must confess to you tonight
and that is i expect nothing less from you tonight