You’re just playing with me Bankrupt emotionally So you sent me cold hearts and dead flowers, can I send it back? You splash out on some fancy perfume in a beautiful, but a rented room. And

Some of you will already know there's no place to go This is the modern man, as good as I am Here in the heart of the sun my memory melts Swellegant, elephant pain, he never forgets Should've be

Bring it back Sing it back Bring it back Sing it back to me Bring it back Sing it back Bring it back Sing it back to me When you are ready, I will surrender Take me and do as you will