Being A Rogue - Milburn

Put down the phone, you know it’s better off that way

This conversation has gone stale

I feel sorry, oh, ever so sorry today

Feeling convicted but nobody’s here to blame

Walking the line is wearing away my shoes

I’ll stand aside whilst all the daggers fly across the room

As the night grows older, the mood becomes bolder and coarse

The vultures and spies are out to build houses from straw, they’ll blow down

All that is left is the girl wearing a frown

Can’t you see I am sincere?

And to believe in all of the stories you hear is their desire

So don’t go fuelling the fire

Too much to dream, you had far too much to dream last night

And everything you’d learnt to love was taken away by thieves

Your mind is restless 'cause you never rested at all

All these illusions confuse your thoughts, you won’t come round

All that I see is the girl wearing a frown

Can’t you see I am sincere?

And to believe in all of the stories you hear, that would be foolish

You’d be a fool to fear

It’s their desire, so I go fuelling the fire