Rich in soul,
Rigid soul.
Hot like a furnace,
Turn down the Sun.
I don't know what happened,
But it certainly burned us.
We'll never be the same,
Whatever you say,
For you were the one
That got away.
What Happened
Rich in soul,
Rigid soul.
Hot like a furnace,
Turn down the Sun.
I don't know what happened,
But it certainly burned us.
We'll never be the same,
Whatever you say,
For you were the one
That got away.