Weighing that silver There with your hands In no position to make demands Got what you wanted Oh very nice But every kiss must have a price
I'm gettin tired of, being denied of Sayin the same old thing And these tears ain't gonna mend these broken wings Red moon
All that I've witnessed Hard to believe Still find it in me to be so naive Cry on your pillow Into the night Cos sayin you're sorry Won't make it right
I'm gettin tired of, being denied of Things getting in my way And if I'm quiet That's cos there's nothing left to say Yeah, if I'm quiet That's cos there's nothing left to say
