Текст: Kirsty MacColl. Kirsty MacColl. Falling For Faces.

He had the kind of face she'd seen on the TV
He drove her home one night and made her happy
He used to phone her after work at the weekend
And took her out when he had some money to spend

Falling for faces, changing places
Just like the hard cases out all alone

After a while she used to see him every day
And pretty soon when they had run out of things to say
Ideas came to her she tried to ignore
Got what she wanted but now she wasn't so sure

Falling for faces, changing places
Just like the hard cases out all alone
The light of the screen grew too bright in her dreams
She was searching for something she'd lost in her teens

Misunderstandings caused by lack of honesty
They got him worried, got her feeling guilty
Felt so sincere but she was easily impressed
And every time she got the chance she got undressed

Falling for faces, changing places
Just like the hard cases out all alone
Falling for faces
Falling for faces