Every little beat of your heart
Is only ever beating for the understudies part
You leave all the flesh on your Parisian bones
Encourage your friends to stay home
Running with the wind at your back
Waiting only for your missing love to attack You dig your own holes,
you're left with nowhere
to go
It's a shame to be afraid to go home
But if it only makes you feel alright
The hardest thing you have to say
Is one by one we'll kiss them all goodbye
I never thought you'd ever be the kind of
man To volunteer for a weekend of history
Just don't cheat your style,
you never had any anyway
I never thought you'd ever done quite
enough To qualify as a victim of history
Just don't cheat your style,
you never had any anyway
You never had any anyway
No one likes a porch light lament
Mourning for a promise never beckoned,
never sent
I'm sorry I guess is all that I really know
It's a shame you're gonna end up alone
But if it only makes you feel alright
The hardest thing you have to say
Is one by one we'll
kiss them all goodbye
I never thought you'd ever be the kind of
man To volunteer for a weekend of mystery
Just don't cheat your style,
you never had any anyway
I never thought you'd ever done quite
enough To qualify as a victim of history
Just don't cheat your style,
you never had any anyway
You never had any anyway
Never had any anyway
Never had any anyway