The Wrong One Songtext
von Steve Kilbey

She′s fallen in love with the wrong one again
And the things which were merely near
Are all entangled, I hear
The thoughts of violins inside her
Getting ready to bow
The loss of spirit to guide her
Getting ready to go


Pulling your punches, the hunt is cold
Then launching your rage, the stranger stole
She's saying some things that she knows she′ll regret
And all the words you can bare
Are whispered everywhere
The names of the streets around here
Getting ready to go
The flames and the heat around here
As above, so below

Going in circles, I assume
Then blowing these miracles in the living room
She's taking some things and she'll never return
And all the men that you′ll ever meet
Are falling at her feet
The treat of the drum inside her
Getting ready to roll
The drum of the dream inside her
Getting ready to fall

Falling with wonder, I suppose
Then torn asunder, the thunder goes