The Wrong Song
A twist in the plot, a sleight of hand
spin you around, start over again
a scent in the air, the faintest trace
of a strange affair in a familiar place
I don't know what it is that you want me to say
I don't know why I am dressed this way
I don't know why we have cocktails in hand
when we're standing in quicksand
To open that door's like turning a page
a trick of the light and you're center stage
but you forgot your lines, you forgot your name
you can't remember why you even came
I don't know what it is that you want me to say
I don't know why I am dressed this way
I don't know why we have cocktails in hand
when we're standing in quicksand
Just when you think
you know what's going on
when you know all the words
but they're playing the wrong song
when the house lights go up
and the scenery comes down
when all you held as true
comes crashing down to the ground
It's probably time to make your escape
it's probably time for you to find your way
It looks like your life so it probably is
but it feels like something is slightly amiss
like someone crept into your home as you dreamed
and changed all the locks but then left you the keys
I don't know what it is that you want me to say
I don't know why I am dressed this way
I don't know why we have cocktails in hand
when we're standing in quicksand
You know all the rules, you can play that game
but if you're not really you it just isn't the same
so you wake in the dark just to trip over things
an exultation of larks, minus the wings
I don't know what it is that you want me to say
I don't know why I am dressed this way
I don't know why we have cocktails in hand
when we're standing in quicksand
Just when you think
you know what's going on
when you know all the words
but they're playing the wrong song
when the house lights go up
and the scenery comes down
when all you held as true
comes crashing down to the ground
It's probably time to make your escape
it's probably time for you to find your way
back out of the woods...
spin you around, start over again
a scent in the air, the faintest trace
of a strange affair in a familiar place
I don't know what it is that you want me to say
I don't know why I am dressed this way
I don't know why we have cocktails in hand
when we're standing in quicksand
To open that door's like turning a page
a trick of the light and you're center stage
but you forgot your lines, you forgot your name
you can't remember why you even came
I don't know what it is that you want me to say
I don't know why I am dressed this way
I don't know why we have cocktails in hand
when we're standing in quicksand
Just when you think
you know what's going on
when you know all the words
but they're playing the wrong song
when the house lights go up
and the scenery comes down
when all you held as true
comes crashing down to the ground
It's probably time to make your escape
it's probably time for you to find your way
It looks like your life so it probably is
but it feels like something is slightly amiss
like someone crept into your home as you dreamed
and changed all the locks but then left you the keys
I don't know what it is that you want me to say
I don't know why I am dressed this way
I don't know why we have cocktails in hand
when we're standing in quicksand
You know all the rules, you can play that game
but if you're not really you it just isn't the same
so you wake in the dark just to trip over things
an exultation of larks, minus the wings
I don't know what it is that you want me to say
I don't know why I am dressed this way
I don't know why we have cocktails in hand
when we're standing in quicksand
Just when you think
you know what's going on
when you know all the words
but they're playing the wrong song
when the house lights go up
and the scenery comes down
when all you held as true
comes crashing down to the ground
It's probably time to make your escape
it's probably time for you to find your way
back out of the woods...
Credits
Writer(s): Amanda Jayne Wright
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