So, so you think you can tell Heaven from hell Blue skies from pain Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? Did they get you to trade Your heroes for ghosts?

This is my heart, it's on the line, Selene Resolutions and lovers in the kitchen Love is clueless and destiny is wishing Typically, I was a validation on your sleeve Oh what an indication To the center of the pain Through your tattered window pane To the

Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I can feel you again And I know why we had to say goodbye Like the back of my hand And I just miss you, and I just wish you were a better man If you were a better man But I just miss you, and I just wish you were a

Move on (move on) If I want to move on If I want to move on (move on) I got high to forget you I feel pain, I don't want to But I have to, yeah, I have to I wish Tracy Chapman was my friend She would know exactly what to say

Nothing really matters I'm gonna be here My first teenage love affair Cause the lights are on outside Wish there was somewhere to hide Cause you are my baby baby I don't really care what nobody tell me Its a matter of extreme importance Cause I just

Hello, hello (hola) All of this, all of this can be yours I'm at a place called Vertigo (¿dónde está?) It's everything I wish I didn't know Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Unos, dos, tres, catorce Turn it up loud, captain Lights go down,

My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My chick hood My chick bad, badder than yours My my chick bad, badder than yours My my my chick bad, badder than yours I might just tip her She slides down the pole My chick bad My chick hood (hood)

Easy come girl, easy go. Goodbye, farewell, so long, vaya con dios. Good luck, wish you well, take it slow. Says she's had enough of me, I've had enough of her too. I might as well go on and set her free, she's already turned me loose. No fault, no

Blowing every time you move your teeth You're an idiot, babe It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe Someone's got it in for me They're planting stories in the press Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out quick But when they will I can only

One of us is crying, one of us is lying In her lonely bed Staring at the ceiling Waiting for a call Sorry for herself, feeling stupid, feeling small Wishing she had never left at all They passed me by, all of those great romances You were, I felt,