
Date of issue: 25.05.2017
Song language: English
The Bride Said No |
It’s over now |
The waiting game |
Its all so fine |
But all the saint |
The fight goes on |
But over now |
This waiting game |
Love’s a smell of roses |
Hate a withered twin |
Then I wasn’t sure 'til you broke the silence saying |
«I would love to walk that aisle again |
I would love to walk that aisle again» |
But love appears so fickle |
And fleeting through the gates |
«Father, keep me close to sour heart |
Lead me to a thundering start…» |
But the bride said no |
«And anyway you’re too fricking weird for me!» |
Th bride said no! |
«And anyway you’re too fricking weird for m!» |
If only my blood just hadn’t bled for you |
And no other rose will scent me life |
It’s over now |
The waiting game |
It’s all so fine |
And all the same |
I can’t go on |
It has to end |
This crazy game |
Low might seem vindictive |
Ruthless like cayenne |
But I had a hunch, it all came back to me that |
I would love to walk that aisle again |
Yeah I would love to walk that aisle again |
Your mind has travelled lightweight |
Hut when mist chilled your boots |
Break out from a stalemate |
And dance beneath the moon |
«Father, I am asking of you |
Tell me now please what should I do?» |
So the bride said no |
«And anyway you’re too frickin' weird for me!» |
The bride said no! |
No… |
«And anyway you’re too frickin' weird for me!» |
The bride said |
Oh no, no go |
Not me, I’m not |
So there |
No more |
Gusto |
You call me at night from some busy street |
You’re rude yet contrite, that’s it for me |
Oh you want to break free… but please come back. |
Oh no, no go |
Not me. |
I’m not so |
So there |
No more |
Gusto |
I’ve thrown out the white |
You’d dream up a sight |
Where people live lives |
Like they need to get real |
But the money is fine |
Yeah the money was fine |
Oh no, I’m too old |
I’m too vain, I’m too slow |
I’m out and you’re in |
You go! |
You go girl… |
We call off the fight |
And leave it for now |
Cast to the wind — marital intercession |
Death to it all as it follows my footfall |
Leaving me cold, you marsh through the aisle |
With the white crown askew |
It’s over now, the waiting game |
Someone in the crowd: «Madame…» |
I say freedom |
I say freedom! |
I want freedom! |
You vultures! |
Cretins! |
Get out of my way! |
Get out of my way! |
Get out of my way! |
Taxi! |
Taxi! |
And the bride said… no |