Here’s your chance to put your cards on the table. It’s my turn to put my heart on the line. Here’s your chance to tell the truth if you’re able. I’m not forgetting all those years, I’m just regretting all the tears. Did I really have to die for love?
How can you pretend to be free, when every step that you take is watched by prying eyes? Whole world over it’s the same old thing, if it ain’t some president, it’s some king, with his prying eyes.