Tekstovi: Tim Curry. A Simple Twist Of Fate.

They sat together in the park
As the evening sky grew dark.
She looked at him, and he felt a spark tingle to his bones.
It was then he felt alone, and wished that he'd gone straight,
and watched out for a simple twist of fate.

They walked along by the old canal.
A little confused, I remember well.
Stopped into a strange hotel with a neon burning bright.
She felt the heat of the night, and hit him like a freight train.
Moving with a simple twist of fate.

A saxophone somewhere far off playing,
as she was walking on by the arcade.
As a light burst through a beat up shade, where he was waking up.
She dropped the coin into the cup of another blind man at the gate.
And forgot about a simple twist of fate.

He woke up, the room was bare.
He didn't see her anywhere.
He told himself she didn't care.
Push the window open wide.
He felt that emptiness inside, to which cheaters could not blame.
Caught on by a simple twist of fate.

She hears the ticking of the clock,
and walks along with a parrot that talks.
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks, where the sailors all come in.
Maybe she'll come out again.
How long must he wait?
One more time, for a simple twist of fate.

People told me it's a sin,
to know and feel too much within.
Still I feel she was my twin, but I lost the ring.
She was born in spring,
and I was born too late!

Twist the night away.
Come on baby, peppermint twist. (screams of delight from the crowd)