They say you are the one, To whom we say a prayer. They say you are the one now, Who meddles in affairs.
But do we have communication? Do we have a direct line? Do we have communication? Or have I had too much wine? Too much wine, too much wine, too much wine.
They say you are the one, Who knows what's going on But you take from those who need it most, And then you leave others alone.
Do we have communication? Do we have a direct line? Do we have communication? Or have I had too much wine?
Streets sound screaming loud, Nobody knows where I've been. Lost in a crowd, swallowed by the ground, Nobody knows whose bed I'm in.
And I feel like it's all an illusion. And I've forgotten who is doing the losing. I feel like I'm doing an Anti-Rain Dance And I don't feel like giving you a chance
Take the chance have a secret romance, doing something you've never planned. Take the chance have a private dance, Who needs to know where they stand.
And I feel like it's all an illusion. And I've forgotten who is doing the losing. I feel like I'm doing an Anti-Rain Dance And I don't feel like giving you a chance