They were working together in the garden on a lazy, warm weekend
he was tending to the roses, when she noticed how his hair had thinned
Maybe it was just the thought of time
Half empty hour glasses they’re not granting us a second try
Suddenly the changes seemed so small
All her aspirations, all her dreams, felt like she’d spent them all
Good girl gone bad
Good girl gone bad
Good girl gone bad
Without a word
There was a time when all my dreams they seemed so feasible and real
It’s not that long ago but now I can’t recall just how it feels
Yesterday –«we» were all I knew
Painted in the present tense, I think in the terms of me and you
These fancies they tend to grow away
But don’t you ever get the feeling we‘re running out of days?
Good girl gone bad
Good girl gone bad
Good girl gone bad
you must have heard
They sat together on the grass and watched the evening sky grow dark
She asked him for a cigarette, and there and then laid bare her aching heart
«We’ll work it out», he said and pulled her close
She heard the pressure in her chest release a quiet: «I suppose»
Stuck between his jaws a trembling sound
He felt he had to ask: does this mean we’re on shaky ground?
Good love gone bad
Good love gone bad
Good love gone bad
I’m out of words
You always said: wait around for me
You always said: wait around for me
You always said you’d wait a while and see
You always said: wait around for me
I thought that things would sort themselves if I could only clear my head
It took another year of disappearing till I found home again
sometimes he still asks me if I’m true
So I found a way to answer him without having to tell the truth
Your mind it is a stranger, that’s the phrase he used
now I found a way to look at him, that won’t belie the words I choose:
