Turn of Events
You never asked me
You never told me
Now you don't need me
Any more
Oh
What a wicked turn of events
Oh
It doesn't make any sense
Oh
I thought we could keep up this pretense
Oh
Let disaster commence
Talking round in circles
Getting nowhere
I know a storm is coming
We need time to prepare
We got no satisfaction
From our domestic bliss
I don't want to hurt you
But I know we can't fix this
Making furtive glances
Around a crowded room
Maybe someone finds you
Attractive through the gloom
I don't think I pushed you
To the point at which you'd go
You just prefer excitement
To the devil whom you know
Writer/s: Daniel Bailey-Graham
