What made you think that I'm in love with you?
One hundred ways to be apart from you
What made you think that I'm in love with you?
One hundred ways to live my life
It's true, it's absolutely true
What made you think that I'm in love with you?
One hundred ways to heal my heart, undo
You painted all in grey
And I'll be running out
Red, green, blue it's true
They make my life full of light flashing, now
There's no dance in the dark
Let the fireworks start
Running to the stars
Never gets you very far
Follow me and then
We'll go round and round again
When you wait too long
Just carry on
Believing you're wrong
If the world explodes right now
I will hide you deep underground
Leave you on the top of the biggest tree
From there you can see the blue sea
There's no dance in the dark
Let the fireworks start
Running to the stars
Never gets you very far
Follow me and then
We'll go round and round again
When you wait too long
Just carry on
'Cause you're not alone
Believing you're wrong
There's a gun in my hand
With seventy-eight keys
If it points at your head
Would you die for me?
One hundred ways to be apart from you
What made you think that I'm in love with you?
One hundred ways to live my life
It's true, it's absolutely true
What made you think that I'm in love with you?
One hundred ways to heal my heart, undo
You painted all in grey
And I'll be running out
Red, green, blue it's true
They make my life full of light flashing, now
There's no dance in the dark
Let the fireworks start
Running to the stars
Never gets you very far
Follow me and then
We'll go round and round again
When you wait too long
Just carry on
Believing you're wrong
If the world explodes right now
I will hide you deep underground
Leave you on the top of the biggest tree
From there you can see the blue sea
There's no dance in the dark
Let the fireworks start
Running to the stars
Never gets you very far
Follow me and then
We'll go round and round again
When you wait too long
Just carry on
'Cause you're not alone
Believing you're wrong
There's a gun in my hand
With seventy-eight keys
If it points at your head
Would you die for me?