Absolute Balance Songtext
von Johnny Foreigner

So, make of this what you will
So many little shots in the dark
The same record, the same shoes
And a smile that almost broke yr heart
Yeh, I′m all for local history
The three things I remember
Her pasta was shit, she left with a CD still playing
And you, you always threw yr arms around me in yr sleep!


Break hard!
Every breath that showed
Every step I missed
I'm bound to make it brighter
I remember that night clearer now
I turned up, why the hell are we drinkin′ up?
Holding hands and losing touch
I said it, I said it, I said it
Now I'm walking away!