Teksty: Gary Numan. Dance. My Brother's Time.

Sometimes they try to forget and sometimes they do
Giving love for the financial gain
She's so good with excuses and incorrect reasons
I'm tired of trying to win and you're tired of me

She knows how to stand in the corner
And whisper the words that you need
She knows how to stand in the corner
And whisper the words with that cynical charm, we could dance
Now it's my brother's time

Here on the floor with these very loose young girls
Like someone in Japan who just lied
If the innocent are saved, then what happens to her?
What's done is done and everything's different somehow

I keep a book of reflections that sometimes appear in her eyes
I keep a book of reflections and realize there's nothing much
That I can do, we could dance
Now it's my brother's time