Like A Glove: Cupid's Sleeping

Train is still but the platform's moving
Time goes by without looking me into eyes
I let the balloons go their way
Just to let them rise

I love
This game
That is my name

Ooh, white lies kill slowly
I just can't stop fooling
I love the rules of this game
Cupid's sleeping



I got lost in the roads wide open
Motors singing stale goodbye
Red lights, ice on the asphalt, baby
I didn't even want to drive