Tekstovi: Houston Calls. A Bottle Of Red, A Bottle Of Spite.

She stares out the window
counts raindrops until tomorrow
today sees her crying
while Sting sings about the breath you take
she'll take fighting chances
run head first into a brick wall
cause what doesn't kill her makes it all just seem much closer

[Chorus]
She needs a crutch, needs a crush
feel the rush infatuation
she needs a way to feel the same that she once did
he needs a lot less than she seems to be
too much to handle
he won't say much
just leaving her in the dark

They should realize their clear demise
but that's hard to say
the tension gets thicker
the wine helps to counteract the pain
her whine makes him crazy, so crazy he's about to break
to throw out his morals
would just seem to beg the question
is this really worth it?
a risk he's sure not willing to take

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So she says, "To spite my face, I'm cutting off my nose for you,
I know you'd do the same thing too.
Revel in what you'll miss out
you played me for a fool this time
good luck with all your future ties."

So now it's done
say goodbye to the chance that was once within your reach
kiss farewell to your loss, to your lack of decency
you'll never know what you missed, what you could have found in me
insincere is the word to describe you best from me

[Chorus]