You can bystand all the people
Stand them on their own
They will fall to pieces
So we watch them grow
Into strange and pretty faces
I don't know
Clutching to my lipstick traces
Watch them go
Make mistake number 3
It's strange how much it changes
How they want to know
How cynical are people
That's where people go
Dragged into a conversation
They can't hold
It's so sad
But it prepares them for the mould
Make mistake number 3
Why is my love like an ocean run dry
Why is my love such a struggle with life?