Fourteen

Seemed like a good idea at the time, scraping the paint with my keys as I passed it by. Nobody noticed me anyhow, I bet it's allready both sealed and filed. Seemed like a good idea at the time, setting a flame to the gasoline. I know that nobody saw me wipe the fingerprints from the scene.

Noone's wrong and noone's right. Everyone's caught between. The choice made will set the light - each bloody valentine.

She'll sell her favours in Amsterdam, and trade her longing for a stranger kind. And though you lost what you had in mind, you still thinking `bout what it was.

A tiny glitch in your alibi, the one second inbetween how and why. It's the win, lose, trembling for excuses, don't know if you should laugh or cry.

Noone's wrong and noone's right. Everyone's caught between. The choice made will set the light - each bloody valentine.

So you're leaving it on. A smile to hide an empty life. But you ain't going nowhere `til it's gone.

Noone's wrong and noone's right. Everyone's caught between. The choice made will set the light - each bloody valentine.