There’s always a little bit of wrong on the other side of right And we become blinded and drawn, like a moth to the light. It’s a desert oasis, a shadowbox fight There’s always a little bit of wrong on the other side of right.
There’s always a little bit of dawn on the other side of night And the pleasure we feel coming on, is just pain deep inside It’s a double edged razor, when the two worlds collide.
Even the most beautiful souls bury something inside And all of the secrets untold, become scars that we hide Flirting with danger Dancing with lies Even the most beautiful souls bury something inside.