It Happens - Criteria

All the leaves falling at ground

Just like our love

It’s mockery

It’s make believe

The choice is made

How many times did i call

And can’t get no one

On the telephone line

How many times did i call

How many times

Love fashion of collapse

It happens

Pricey and obscene

All i needed

Achieved and completed

Yet still it bothers me

I’ve started a band that can’t break up

Cause it’s down to one man

And now i believe that it ain’t that tough

No it ain’t that tough

I know i’m second string in this town

And i’m fine with this

I’m down in the basement trying to make shit up

Yeah, just make it up

Rock, rock

Record, record

Rock, rock

Record, record

Rock, rock

Record, record

And how did it? could it? take this time

To make one rock song

Now i believe that it is that tough

Yeah, it is that tough