We had a bed for love and now there’s just a bed for two...
Honey, they don’t fix love on TV.

I never give you only ask we’ve nothing left to share...
Funny, we don’t even seem to care...

So I believe I have to go
For somebody else’s show
To somebody else’s stage
Where I can play
All my stupid games of love
And she’ll take me high above
Where my fears turn into endless kisses...

I’ve been your puppet, been your friend, I’ve been your backstage door
I was your best supporting act, can’t play no more
I’ve given up my friends, my life, my everything for u

But I am no good
You need a love manager
With Armani suits
He should troubleshoot
The cause of your love
I am no good
So I’ll set myself free
Watch me baby…

So I really need to say good bye
Do not even dare to cry
You just killed our love don’t look into my eyes
Don’t believe in “coming backs”
Good old times or casual sex
Somewhere in this world I’ll find
The girl who dreams to take me high

Now I’m so sure I got to go
For somebody else’s show
To somebody else’s stage
Where I can play my games of love
She’s gonna help me through the night
She’s gonna be the morning light
She’s gonna teach me all her little games of love

I leave our bed for two because I badly need some love…