every mistake that you watched me make i made again sat up wide awake a coma sounds great now send me down and if you are unhappy well you know the worst isn t here you ll fall into another s arms before i re appear here out in the sticks the sun called in sick for weeks on end there s passport controls and oceans of road between us now through countryside to the industry the routine hits full swing i m taking to the stage tonight with a broken wing things that i lose i find i don t need once i know they re gone but that can t be you because what we ve been through is valuable clear my lungs set my breathing right the violence the blood sport the bias the difference the codec for a love at first sight kills the money worry sets the bias the difference it s embarrassing embarrassing broken wing