And you feel naked in front of the crowd, there's a light at each end of this tunnel,
you shout 'cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out
and these mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again
if you only try turning around.

------

Rosca en París un sábado por la tarde. Amigos muchos, rifa, bufandas, abrazos y chocolate incluidos.

Nada de monos ahorcados entre el queso philadelphia. Nada de lloradera por culpas impuestas.