Testo Another Door All About Eve
The map of bitterness I imagined
Has just brought out the nurse in me -
Or donât you need care ?
I know, thereâs lots of love
But itâs all twisted up,
Iâve had enough of thunder ringing in my ears
[ here by the fireside, thereâs a war, a war
Letâs blame the war on bad design - donât cry
Here by the fireside, thereâs a war, a war
Blame the war on you and i
I know thereâs lots of love
Still itâs all twisted up ]