| My thoughts are pollution, my heart is unclear.
|
| It's crazy I should think of you
|
| When you were never really here
|
| The past and the echo, the future unknown
|
| Your promise is a whisper at the end of the telephone
|
| Don't ever say ‘I told you so'
|
| When it comes to love, even Saints can lose control
|
| Knew you were lying my thunderstar
|
| I stayed around and let you tear my world apart
|
| Beatifully cruel, that's all you are
|
| And if I could, you know I'd break your American heart
|
| These thoughts are ridiculous
|
| There's nothing to hold
|
| Why should I keep on searching for traces.....
|
| The past is a memory, the future a lie
|
| Your love was an illusion that's waving goodbye
|
| Don't ever say ‘I told you so'
|
| When it comes to love, even Saints can lose control
|
| Knew you were lying my thunderstar
|
| I stayed around and let you tear my world apart
|
| Beatifully cruel (beautifully cruel), that's all you are
|
| And if I could, you know, I'd break your American heart
|
| We may search for answers
|
| I don't know...
|
| But if I could, you know I would break your American heart
|
| Your American heart, your American heart
|
| Knew you were lying my thunderstar I stayed around and let you tear my world apart
|
| Beatifully cruel (beautifully cruel), that's all you are
|
| And if I could, you know I'd break your American heart
|
| Your American heart, your American heart. |