She traces neat escapes in night skylines Bowing loud with his style, daylight seeps into her darkness She'll watch her new moon smile, then drive away On another day, you would say my judgment was wrong Tries to clean escapes, now the soft attraction has gone She'll swear some weak excuse, to gain more time Changing sides like friends, to satisfy her quicksand ego When life falls short again, she'll run away On another day, you would swear my judgment was wrong Tries to clean escapes, now the soft attraction has gone On another day, you would swear my judgment was wrong Tries to clean escapes, now the soft attraction has gone On another day, you would swear my judgment was wrong You would swear my judgment was wrong You would swear my judgment was wrong Inside her father's house, she's free to stay Challenging you down, a mirror test of self-deception Replacements *** the steps, rehearsed in praise On another day, you would swear my judgment was wrong Tests her way to space, now the self-destruction has gone On another day, you would swear my judgment was wrong Tests her way to space, now the self-destruction has gone On another day