turning tables / someone like you
hollens, peter
close enough to start a war
all that i have is on the floor
god only knows what we're fighting for
i can't keep up with your turning tables
so i won't let you close enough to hurt me
what you think you gave me
it's time to say goodbye to turning tables
under haunted skies i see you
i've lived a hundred storms to leave you
no i will never be knocked down
i can't keep up with your turning tables
so i won't let you close enough to hurt me
what you think you gave me
i hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
i had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded
that for me it isn't over
i'll find someone like you
i wish nothing but the best for you too
sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead