Friday at the show   sitting in row B   there you are   sitting next to me       Call my bluff   make me cheat   i can't believe   your in the next seat      Was it the liqour   or was it my soul   whatever it is   your my goal         sorry i did that   pardon me for this   your just so perfect   all i want is a kiss      You make me shiver   you make me sweat   im so messed up   i cant finish the set      time stands still   seconds turn to hours   smiles to laughter   your eyes make me cower      wait for the prophet bring   news of joy and era   but instead he'll bring   the name of sarah         into the hollow romance   and hunger grow   its not disapointment   but a pantomime show      love crumbles as you   tighten your grip   what will happen?   my faith in love will slip