Near the palace hotel Where we used to dwell Engraved against your wishes One of your greatest misses
You hope the ink will never dry You're fooling yourself You feel set-up You're telling yourself You don't believe in luck
On princess street Where we used to meet We knew not where we're treading Or how the dye will spread in You hope the ink will never dry
You're fooling yourself You been set-up You're telling yourself You done enough
Lydia, tell me how hard can it be I don't know about you But it feels good to me Lydia, tell me how hard can it be I don't know about you But it feels good to me
Lydia, tell me how hard can it be I don't know about you But it feels good to me Lydia, tell me how hard can it be I don't know about you But it feels good to me I don't know about you But it feels good to me
