You think you know me so you show me   what it means to live in a dream   not trying to be cruel when I play the fool   and pretend that I don't know what you mean      Set up for a fall, set up for a fall   you're dodging the bullet   but you're still against the firing wall   set up for a fall, set up for a fall, set up for a fall      You thought you knew me until you saw through me   and read the writing on the wall   it says I'm a closed book, my phone's off the hook   and promises mean nothing at all      Maybe it's easy for someone   who's never heard you sing   maybe it's simple for someone   who doesn't understand a thing         ©2001 Eric Barao