Tekst:
Sloan Double Cross

I woke up somewhere in the middle I turned to my left, oh man, now all I could see Was a question posed as a riddle I thought to myself "it's a reflection

This understanding's a misunderstanding easily You come 'round here and knockin' at my door But I've stated clearly I don't want you near me anymore

It's like a showdown at Beverly Terrace Perhaps a movie filmed in 1949 Just outside of Paris With palm trees shipped direct from Hollywood & Vine I'd

Ask your questions later I'm still on my hesitator A lonely big boat calls And my resistance falls Until my thoughts drift down to paper And when I get

I want to be chosen but I fear I'm so in the background that I'll disappear Oh, you can't know If it's me that you want When I'm laying so low Oh I

Children in a line Ought to be benign but Following the leader You can underplay There will come a day oh... Lowering of voice Imaginary choice You've