I Write Sins Not Tragedies Songtext
von Fame on Fire

Oh, well imagine
As I′m pacing the pews in a church corridor
And I can't help but to hear
No, I can′t help but to hear an exchanging of words
What a beautiful wedding
What a beautiful wedding, says a bridesmaid to a waiter
And, yes, but what a shame
What a shame the poor groom's bride is a whore
I chime in with a
Haven't you ever heard of closing a goddamn door?
No, it′s much better to face these kinds of
things with a sense of poise and rationality
I chime in
Haven′t you ever heard of closing a goddamn door?
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of
Oh, well in fact
Well I′ll look at it this way
I mean, technically, our marriage is saved
Well this calls for a toast
So pour the champagne


Oh, well in fact
Well I'll look at it this way
I mean, technically, our marriage is saved
Well this calls for a toast
So pour the champagne, pour the champagne
I chime in with a
Haven′t you ever heard of closing a goddamn door?
No, it's much better to face these kinds of
things with a sense of poise and rationality
I chime in
Haven′t you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?
No, it's much better to face these kinds of
things with a sense of poise and rationality
Again
I chime in
Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?
No, it′s much better to face these kinds of
things with a sense of poise and rationality
I chime in
Haven′t you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?
No, it's much better to face these kinds of
things with a sense of poise and rationality
Again