Song Description
The narrator cant help but notice that romantic ironies seem to lead to the intervention of a larger plan.
| Song Length |
3:56 |
Genre |
Blues - General, Blues - Modern |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Poignant, Relaxed |
Subject |
Sorrow, Lost Love |
| Similar Artists |
Crowded House, The Beatles |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
She dropped her blue address book
in her haste to leave
All of those friends she'll never call
But then again she can't remember where or when
she ever needed them at all
And me, I'm frozen in the moments that have passed
her voice still hanging in the smoke
How could she know to stop before the words she spoke
this was where our love had broke
Twist of fate
I cannot make believe
Twist of fate
the irony you weave
Don't think that I don't know
your playing games with me
I don't believe she heard our future come undone or my desperate remark...
I still don't think about those days at Central Park unless I'm lying in the dark
She never knew what struck me
standing there alone
the realizations of a clown
For every avenue
she climbed her way uptown
another lonely tear slid down
Twist of fate
I cannot make believe
Twist of fate
the ironies you weave
Don't think that I don't know
your playing games with me
Twisted round the finger of a fate that of a man who feels he?s back where he began
Twisted round the memory of all that used to be pouring out of me
Twist of fate
I cannot make believe
Twist of fate
the ironies you weave
Don't think that I don't know
your playing games with me