Besedila: Thea Gilmore. Burning Dorothy. Throwing In.

I can see her head in hands
I can taste the salt that?s waiting there behind her eyes
I can feel the tears that echo in these walls
Cos she?s throwing in the fantasy again

No-one told her love could be so cruel
With each word another bullet another wound
I see no more move made to resuscitate the love
Cos we?re throwing in the fantasy again

And they drew the line that was crossed so many times and
She wonders why it will be her who pays the price

I believe there is no smile

That can ever lose the weight of her heart
But I can see you?ll be OK now
Now you?re throwing in the fantasy again

And they drew the line that was crossed so many times and
She wonders why it will be her who pays the price

So she's throwing in the fantasy
Throwing in the fantasy
She's throwing in the fantasy again