She Drove Me to Daytime Television (BBC Wales session) Songtext
von Funeral for a Friend

Can′t beat the best ones
A little closer, maybe a bit too closer
You function, you turn out
A flawless performance

We turn your camera away from me, whoa-oh
Spill your guts in 8 mm, whoa-oh
Put your focus where your mouth is, whoa-oh
You're the only one who′s fading here

With such holidays in the sun don't come without sacrifices
You know it makes more sense
Such holidays in the sun don't come without sacrifices
You know-


I like the way you cry
Break my heart and break my hands, and let me down, yeah
I want to snap your neck in two
And leave you for dead, you are so dead

Turn your camera away from me
Spill your guts in 8 mm
Put your focus where your mouth is
You′re the only one who′s fading here

With such holidays in the sun don't come without sacrifices
You know it makes more sense
With such holidays in the sun don′t come without sacrifices
You know it makes more sense here

On and on and on and on and on
On and on and on and on and on
On and on and on and on and on
On and on and on and on and on
Go!