| BRUISE PRISTINE The means are right for taking, fade to grey, Trying to be ruthless, in the face of beauty, In this matrix, its plain to see, Its either you or me, Bruise, Pristine, Serene, We were born to lose, Cast a line, with a velvet glove, Reading like an open book, in the hands of love, In this matrix, its plain to see, Its either you or me, Bruise, Pristine, Serene, We were born to lose, Encore (echoed) Means are right for taking, fade to grey, Trying to be ruthless, in the face of beauty, In this matrix, its plain to see, It's either you or me, Bruise, Pristine, Serene, We were born to lose. |