Fatal 歌词

How good is he? How warm are his eyes? You see, it's not a reprise Did he arrive too late and too tethered away To put on his suit and his tie? How good is he? How warm is his heart or ego, telling him which place to park? Did he relate? The message is clearly, hardly grounds for dismissal Outright, grounds for dismissal outright I wake up and wait up When anger's in fashion I wake up and wait up It echoes through the mansions I wake up and wait up When april's in may, oh, uh-oh I wake up and wait up The answers are fatal The answers are fatal I wake up and wait up The answers are fatal If he's truly out of sight, is he truly out of mind? If he's truly out of sight