She's the song that you tried to sing
And the note that you couldn't hit
So you locked her up in a music box
Turn the key on all of us
She spins silver strings in the dark
With metal teeth that ring in her heart
When the cover drops
The world just fades
Waiting, waiting, waiting for her
Waiting, waiting, waiting for her
To say it
K-I-S-S I'm in distress, I need someone to spell it out
You know our love's unconditional
A book of matches and a cigarette
A love note that you never sent
You can fold it up
But you won't forget
You can strike a match
But it still might not light
Now I'm the one that's stuck inside
The silver cage
The bird that can't fly away
Clip its wings
If it sings of
The way, the way, the way that it hurt her
Waiting, waiting, waiting for her
To say it
K-I-S-S I'm in distress, I need someone to spell it out
You know our love's unconditional
K-I-S-S I'm in distress, there's nothing left to talk about
You know our love's unconditional
F-I-D-E-L-I-T-Y
You are (why) the song turned out this way
Can't you hear me when I say:
"You're in my heart
In my hands
'round my neck"
We move like a carousel
Street lights and mirrors fill our eyes
It's time to let this go
Can't stop spinning
Around, around, around...
K-I-S-S I'm in distress, I need someone to spell it out
You know our love's unconditional
compositores: III, ANDREW EVERDING, GEOFFREY RICKLY, ROBERT KEELEY, STEVEN PEDULLA, THOMAS RULE, TIMOTHY PAYNE
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