Žodžiai dainai: Hazel O'Connor. Calls the Tune.

Well, I saw your face in a photograph
I cried so much, I nearly laughed
You never really had the chance
To question why did you live some to cry some and die?

What and how writes the song, calls the tune
Says what's right and wrong
Writes the song, calls the tune
Says what's right and wrong

Oh, I'd have caught your eyes but my hands were tied
Was it truth? Was it lies?
Many words of truth are spoken in jest
Who would have guessed that or trust that?
What a mess

What and how writes the song, calls the tune
Says what's right and wrong
Writes the song, calls the tune
Says what's right and wrong

What and how writes the song, calls the tune
Says what's right and wrong
Writes the song, calls the tune
Says what's right and wrong

What and how writes the song, calls the tune
Says what's right and wrong
Writes the song, calls the tune
Says what's right and wrong

Writes the song
Writes the song
Writes the song
Writes the song

Writes the song
Yeah, yeah
Writes the song
Writes the song
Yeah, yeah