Alba s touto skladbou:
C21,
Perhaps I Suppose...,
Time passes quickly for our lady of the hour
She brushes her long blonde hair
From her face only to find a tear
But she don't know why she's been crying
She looks inside herself
To maybe find an answer
But she's willingly distracted
By the man who like's her glitter
She says, "Fool, I ain't gold."
She don't even know she cries Cuz she's so tangled up in lies
In her head she plays a game
Pretending that she's not the same Lady who is cheating on her husband
With a man she hardly even knows
She says, "Ignorance is bliss."
But when he asks her name
She must fumble for an answer
She's been called so many
But now she can't remember
So she just makes up another
And she don't even know she cries Cuz she's so tangled up in lies
Now the dirty deed is done
She heads into the bathroom
She washes her hands in the sink
And thinks it could clean her conscience
If only she could find one
And slowly she turns and heads
For the door as if this were all a dream
She has seen her sweet husband's face
But only like a fleeting glimse
Of all those bridges she's been burning
All those bridges she's been burning
And she don't even know she cries
It should come as no surprise
Cuz she's so tangled up in lies
