All that she sees is places she mistrusts to be

And I talked and talked to thieves about stealing love

Cause the taste of tea has gone so weak

Of all mistrust

A heart shouldn’t skip a beat

I’m a waiting man

Can’t go to sleep

The waiting man

I am I will be

For her light love, I give a heavy hand

With a mother of too much wine and nicotine

She turns around to face another man

Of all mistrust

A heart shouldn’t skip a beat

I’m a waiting man

Come live with me

She is so cold

Tried to break her shell of stone

To the core of a bleeding heart so alone

But her eyes told me “no”