Idioma Origen:
Will someone please call a surgeon?
Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart
That you're deserting for better company?
I can't accept that it's over
And I will block the door like a goalie tending the net
In the third quarter of a tied-game rivalry
So, just say how to make it right
And I swear I'll do my best to comply
Tell me, am I right to think
That there could be nothing better
Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together?
I feel I must interject here
You're getting carried away
Feeling sorry for yourself
With this revisions and gaps in history
So, let me help you remember
I've made charts and graphs
That should finally make it clear
I've prepared a lecture on why I have to leave
So, please walk away and let me go
I can't my darling I love you so
But oh, oh
Tell me, am I right to think
That there could be nothing better
Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together?
Don't you feed me lines
About some idealistic future
Your heart won't heal right
If you keep tearing out the sutures
I know that I made mistekes
And I swear I'll never wrong you again
You've got allure
I can't deny
But you've had your chance
So, say good bye
Say good bye
Idioma Destino:
Will someone please call a surgeon?
Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart
That you're deserting for better company?
I can't accept that it's over
And I will block the door like a goalie tending the net
In the third quarter of a tied-game rivalry
So, just say how to make it right
And I swear I'll do my best to comply
Tell me, am I right to think
That there could be nothing better
Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together?
I feel I must interject here
You're getting carried away
Feeling sorry for yourself
With this revisions and gaps in history
So, let me help you remember
I've made charts and graphs
That should finally make it clear
I've prepared a lecture on why I have to leave
So, please walk away and let me go
I can't my darling I love you so
But oh, oh
Tell me, am I right to think
That there could be nothing better
Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together?
Don't you feed me lines
About some idealistic future
Your heart won't heal right
If you keep tearing out the sutures
I know that I made mistekes
And I swear I'll never wrong you again
You've got allure
I can't deny
But you've had your chance
So, say good bye
Say good bye