You can only be won by someone who knows how
You praise your heroes for the things they’ve done so where are they now?
And when you know yourself the way you know your man
You’d start to understand there’s no one else except for him
I kept my end of the bargain
Fruit has ripened, now it’s rotten
If you’d only paid attention you’d have saved it from the ground
Bad luck surrounds and it closes in
It’s in his tone of voice, he makes his message clear
He loves you so he knows he’s got no choice, he’s got no fear
Days fold onto themselves, a fly upon the wall
Would you know if this love was only yours, or yours at all?