Texty písní Brett Anderson

Brett Anderson

Knife Edge

Think I’ll call her number

Just one time.

And if she calls back, I don’t care.

She won’t mind.

I think I kept her details

In my phone.

And if I’ve lost them I don’t mind.

She won’t know.

I think I’ll call her

And make amends.

Perfect strangers

On a knife edge.

All it takes is one excuse

To end the date.

Once the teams were introduced,

Slipped away.

I think I’ll call her.

And make amends.

Perfect strangers

On a knife edge.

I think I miss her

And her pets.

Perfect strangers

On a knife edge.