Testo My Brother's Time

Sometimes they try to forget and sometimes they doGiving love for the financial gainShe's so good with excuses and incorrect reasonsI'm tired of trying to win and you're tired of meShe knows how to stand in the cornerAnd whisper the words that you needShe knows how to stand in the cornerAnd whisper the words with that cynical charmWe could danceNow it's my brother's timeHere on the floor with these very loose young girlsLike someone in Japan who just liedIf the innocent are saved then what happens to herWhat's done is done and everything's different somehowI keep a book of reflections that sometimes appear in her eyesI keep a book of reflectionsAnd realise there's nothing much that I can doWe could danceNow it's my brother's time