No control; no way to have and hold you now,
You're blowing in the wind, my friend, like a kite without a string,
You wanna show off all your pretty things,
Like a glorious peacock, you wanna spread your wings,
Make 'em all fall down before you now, but I'm down on your ground.
You could come back, baby; I'll be waiting here,
We could meet halfway to Heaven.
Hell can wait, film at eleven.
You can do anything you wanna do, but I can't get to the girl that I thought I knew was you...wasn't you at all.
My love, is it over, my love?
Did you say never when you walked out that door?
Will I wait forever, or just one moment more?
You could come back, baby; I'll be waiting here,
If we met halfway to Hell, would Heaven wait?
Film at eleven.
You could do anything you wanna do, but I can't get to the girl that I thought I knew was you...wasn't you at...
You could back, baby; I'm still waiting here,
We could meet halfway to Heaven,
Hell can wait, film at eleven.
You can do anything you want to do; but can I get to the girl that I thought I knew?
