Dinner at Eight Songtext
von Jono McCleery

No matter how strong
I′m gonna take you down with one little stone
I'm gonna break you down and see what you′re worth
What you're really worth to me
Dinner at eight
Was ok before the toast full of gleams
It was great until those old magazines
Got us started up again
Actually it was probably me again
And why is it so that I've always been the one who must go
And I′ve always been the one told to flee


When in fact you were the one long ago
Actually in the drifting white snow who left me
So put up your fists
And I′ll put up mine
No running away from the scene of the crime
God's chosen a place somewhere near the end of the world
Somewhere near the end of our lives
But til then no, daddy, don′t be surprised
If I wanna see the tears in your eyes
Then I know it had to be long ago
Actually in drifting white snow you loved me