Текст: Colin Of Arabia. Snitch. Slow Dance.

Open old wounds pour salt in it
someone somewhere gives a shit
the price i pay for sweet romance
like i ever had a chance
love somebody set them free
they come back it's meant to be
what happens when they leave again
demoted to lets just be friends
this slow dance won't last so long
the DJ spins our final song
the record skips, you skip out, gone
what is the sound, of a heart breaking
we've lost that loving feeling we've lost that loving feeling
and it's gone, gone, gone.
it's gone