Tekstovi I Pesme

Like a ton of bricks it hits
Before she finishes her sentence
As the predicate predicts
A swift ending to her presence

I could see it coming form a mile away
At six hundred miles an hour
A surprise attack
A tora tora kamikaze no looking back
A tactic of considerable power

It doesn't matter now
What I should have done then
My heart was in the right place
At the wrong time again

It doesn't matter now
What I should have done then
My heart was in the right place
At the wrong time again

In close to half a second
My composure was lost
And I found my modesty