(P. Pentland/Sloan)
Drank it all to the last taste
I woke up with a fresh face
Another date in the U.K.
And everybody surrounds us
Living high on the tour bus
It's not that bad
The best we've had
I ate Italian in Germany
I spent my money on magazines
Tried to talk to me and my friends
But the phone wouldn't reach her
I burned down to the filter
Another day to wait
She should see my face
Are you gonna tell me soon
What the hell I'm supposed to do
To make it feel alright
I've got more to say than you
But I'm not sure what that proves
Steppin' 'round the same old flame
It's not my fault I'm not to blame
Dancing 'round the same old flame
Ahh...
Had some trouble when I went south
You had to come down and bail me out
And that's the damgage between us
When the storm blew me out of town
And when my feet finally hit the ground?
I was miles away with no one around
Are you gonna tell me soon
What the hell I'm supposed to do
To make it feel alright
I've got more to say than you
But I'm not sure what that proves
Steppin' 'round the same old flame
It's not my fault I'm not to blame
Dancing 'round the same old flame
Ahh...
It's a major cause of damage between us
It's a major cause of
Damage between us
Damage between us
Damage between us
Damage between us
Cigarettes that burn too fast
But the same old flame justs lasts
I've got more to say to you
But I'm afraid to follow through
Are you gonna tell me soon
What the hell I'm supposed to do
To make it feel alright
