Certain Situation - The Hotknives

I’m late again, I hope that she won’t be too cold

Sitting on her ornamental wall

And when I’m late she doesn’t care

She’s absolutely maybe there

A contradiction asking her to call

Calling from the memories of a child she left behind

A playground full of tacky clubs and bars

Entertaining lookers-on with side-shows from her mind

But then it doesn’t take a mind to see

The girl was you, the child was me

In a certain situation

With a certain fascination

When I look at you, I ask the question why

When I’m talking to myself I have to lie

She keeps a note of people who look out for her

And maybe from her book she lost a page

A drink or two before she picks the phone up for the evening

And then begins the self destructive stage

Picking fights and arguments with strangers at the door

Good arguments these days are hard to find

Angry at herself and then unable to unwind

So she tries to call him late at night

For everything to be all right

In a certain situation

With a certain fascination

When I look at you, I ask the question why

When I’m talking to myself I have to lie

People say, you like to play

You flirt with danger everyday

Your only thought is keeping up with time

They could be right, they could be wrong

They could be jealous all along

And maybe there’s a place in time

Where you feel good and I feel fine

In a certain situation

With a certain fascination

When I look at you, I ask the question why

When I’m talking to myself I have to lie

In a certain situation

With a certain fascination

When I look at you, I ask the question why

When I’m talking to myself I have to lie