Tekstovi: Stephen Speaks. Doubting Thomas. Trophy.

Call her a trophy, say what you will
Tell me it's nothing, an image to fill,
her face next to mine like a cheap glass of wine
that looks good but just isn't all there

"I say you don't know when she smiles
When she laughs at my jokes, I'm alive
I can fly, I'm a better man"

So take all your talking keep to yourselves
I am in love here, forget everything else
Her hand in mine and those cute little lines
on her face when she wrinkles to laugh

"I say you don't know when she smiles
When she laughs at my jokes, I'm alive
I can fly, I'm a better man"