Tekstovi: Better Than Ezra. Before the Robots. Burned.

On a Tuesday in December, when you walked out I remember
You were smiling as you turned around
In the hallway, lingered in the doorway
Still the words you said to me, they make me think of how we used to be

Hand to my heart, I want to be the one who always learned
She says, she's just like the sun
I get so burned when you are close to me

In the back room of a mansion, you are planning your deception
Always calling, never phoning, I'm a victim of another's war
And still the words you said to me
Come ringing in your silent symphony

Hand to my heart, I want to be the one who always learned
She says, she's just like the sun
I get so burned when you are close to me

Hand to my heart, I want to be the one who always learned
She says, she's just like the sun
I get so burned when you are close to me

And still it hurt so bad, I thought I'd get one over on you
And still I hope you're sad, deserving more than anyone

I could give you one good reason
You could be my winning season
All the things we could have been, just fell away

Hand to my heart, I want to be the one who always learned
She says, you're just like the sun
I get so burned when you are close to me

Hand to my heart, I want to be the one who always learned
She says, she's just like the sun
I get so burned when you are close to me
I get so burned when you are close to me
I get so burned when you are close to me