Testo I Could Be Wrong Seven Mary Three
Iâve made the most of Luck.
You get a brand new chance
in a brand new town.
And if I donât read what they wrote about me,
I might turn you on to something Iâve found:
Silence. Priceless. Silence.
The only way we talk.
What if people get everything they expect?
What becomes of hope?
Iâll bet sheâs a nervous wreck.
Whatâs the genius in a cushion on your couch?
You better find yourself something that drags you out.
Iâve made the most of Love.
You get a brand new chance in a brand new town.
And if I donât hear what they whisper about me,
I might turn you on to something Iâve found:
Silence. Priceless. Silence.
The only way we talk