Oh, I’m no tantress
But I’m no angel either
And it feels good to be a stranger
No-one can judge me
I’m like the new outsider
Guess I should [bad word] this new change [bad word] and take a seat, let’s talk it over
I don’t want to keep you in the dark
Go on ahead and bring me the roses
It’s almost time for me to be going
I’m so afraid that I might be led astray
Nothing can save me when the night kills the day

You think I’m crazy
You think I made a big mistake
Who am I to question fate

I don’t want to have to cut you loose but
I don’t want to make a sacrifice
Go on ahead and bring me the roses
It’s almost time for me to be going
I’m so afraid that I might be led astray

How will I know to pull on the ropes and
It doesn’t seem like anything’s over
Nothing can save me when the night kills the day [bad word] the night it’s taking me over [bad word] the night it’s taking me over

Go on ahead and bring me the roses
It’s almost time for me to be going
I’m so afraid that I might be led astray
How will I know to pull on the ropes and
It doesn’t seem like anything’s over

Nothing can save me when the night kills the day.