You, You have a face for fashion 
For style in the place of passion 
rose in the garden 

You, You looked like you really meant it 
Twisting the knife in my chest 
Stamping on what's left 

I never was,
I never was one for crying 
I never was one for tears 


The map, the map of the world is on you 
The moon gravitates around you 
The seasons obey you 

But I never was, 
I never was one for crying 
I never was one for tears 

And no sooner was I born 
Than I was dying 
What kind of a world is this? 
It's only a stone for throwing

It looks like an early winter, alright 
Looks like an early winter, alright 
An early winter, alright
You turned me over 

Why, 
Why do you act so stupid 
When 
You know that you're always right 

It looks like an early winter, alright 
Looks like an early winter, alright 
An early winter, alright 
You turned me over

And it gets too much, yeah it gets too much 
Starting over and over and over again 
And it gets too much, yeah it gets too much 
Starting over and over and over again 
And it gets too much, yeah it gets too much 
Starting over and over and over again 
Alright, you turned me over