Creatures Of Habit
Ian Parry / Patrick Rondat
An' just like she said you would
Suddenly there you stand
Knocking on hell's own door
Innocently, your eyes open wide
Unlike creatures of habit
We can act very strange
While dealing with emotions
And matters close to the heart
To be so arrogant, yet na?ve
Expecting to be welcomed back
Gone are those happy days
A distant past, out of love came deceit
Close to the heart...
Matters close to the heart
Close to the heart...