You’re on the phone It’s four a.m. Your little life Is in pieces again The line breaks up But I hear you swear I almost felt him lying there And both of us know that it’s all gonna to happen again And both of us know that it’s all gonna to happen again And both of us try and pretend that it’s going to change The stolen flowers At the foot of the stairs A ripped up dress And the broken chair An empty gla** And a red eyed child The bitter prizes Of a life gone wild And both of us know that it’s all gonna to happen again And both of us try and pretend that it’s going to change But some girls do And some girls don’t Some girls will While some girls won’t I don’t care What’s wrong What’s right I heard a soul on fire tonight I heard a soul on fire tonight I heard a soul on fire tonight I heard a soul on fire tonight You’re at the door It’s six a.m. You’ve fallen into my life again The suitcase is empty You can’t tell me why I drive you back To the rage again