Songtexte Regret - The Last Dance

Under lights a dancer weaving
With spells she puts me under
Inside is so much more
We don't care about

But this is not my kind of trick
This is not my kind of regret

A game A dance A drink A moment
An eye A glance An empty nothing
A dream A night No deep connection
A something to recall

This is not my

With your moving
You look just like an angel a dream
You're a doll a disguise
An image just like me
But this is not my kind of trick
This is not my kind of regret

Eyes supposing are exciting
Attention can be alluring
An audience is more for nothing
As if nothing needs more