Save Yourself
Wake her up it's six o'clock
White dreams from yesterday's chalk
You cry and hope it would suffice
You cannot cope on bad advice
And you want to see her badly
And afraid to lose your queen
Since the devil watches over
Pretty girls when they're fifteen
Save yourself
Just one more, don't lock the door
Save yourself
I see the burning of the page
At the altar he still waits
You know the fame
Won't help him stage
The things he loves the things he hates
How did I cut the cloth
Will she help break my troth?
You've amassed the things you fear the most
You're cast in shadows on the coast
When her skirts look less familiar
When you want to keep her close
Strings she pulled just won't stop singing
"Secret love in lethal dose"
Save yourself
Just one more, don't lock the door
Save yourself
I see the burning of the page
At the altar he still waits
You know the fame
Won't help him stage
The things he loves the things he hates
You think you have just what it takes
Climb up the rope before it breaks
On every deadline you composed
For every law you once imposed
You tell her Practice what you preach
All of the things you cannot reach
I'll be teaching her tomorrow
And you'll be bleaching out my sorrows
White dreams from yesterday's chalk
You cry and hope it would suffice
You cannot cope on bad advice
And you want to see her badly
And afraid to lose your queen
Since the devil watches over
Pretty girls when they're fifteen
Save yourself
Just one more, don't lock the door
Save yourself
I see the burning of the page
At the altar he still waits
You know the fame
Won't help him stage
The things he loves the things he hates
How did I cut the cloth
Will she help break my troth?
You've amassed the things you fear the most
You're cast in shadows on the coast
When her skirts look less familiar
When you want to keep her close
Strings she pulled just won't stop singing
"Secret love in lethal dose"
Save yourself
Just one more, don't lock the door
Save yourself
I see the burning of the page
At the altar he still waits
You know the fame
Won't help him stage
The things he loves the things he hates
You think you have just what it takes
Climb up the rope before it breaks
On every deadline you composed
For every law you once imposed
You tell her Practice what you preach
All of the things you cannot reach
I'll be teaching her tomorrow
And you'll be bleaching out my sorrows
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Writer(s): Noga Peled
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