Sanoja: Dio. Lock up the Wolves. Between Two Hearts.
She never breaks into the conversation
He seems to be the reason why she lives
She tries to be the perfect kind of stranger
But we always seem to love the most
The ones who never give, yeah, oh yeah
It's between two hearts, a personal situation
Between two hearts, the kind of love with a reputation
Yeah yeah yeah
We never have to ask her why she's crying
The smile she had is been kicked into a frown
But still it makes her day to be his pleasure
Should we open up her eyes? Can we ever break the spell?
No one can tell, oh yeah
It's between two hearts, a personal combination
Between two hearts, the kind of love with a bad reputation
Put on your party faces and come along
Join in the big parade
Here comes the camera, do you look as good as your sister?
Smile at the animals, they should be the ones in the cages
Oh, turn the pages
Another way to spend a rainy Sunday
Waiting for a call that never comes
The mystery is how she makes her choices
But don't we always choose the ones who hide the sun
Everyone, aah
It's between two hearts, love and desperation
Between two hearts, the kind of love, the kind of love
Between two hearts, a personal situation
Between two hearts, the kind of love with a reputation
He seems to be the reason why she lives
She tries to be the perfect kind of stranger
But we always seem to love the most
The ones who never give, yeah, oh yeah
It's between two hearts, a personal situation
Between two hearts, the kind of love with a reputation
Yeah yeah yeah
We never have to ask her why she's crying
The smile she had is been kicked into a frown
But still it makes her day to be his pleasure
Should we open up her eyes? Can we ever break the spell?
No one can tell, oh yeah
It's between two hearts, a personal combination
Between two hearts, the kind of love with a bad reputation
Put on your party faces and come along
Join in the big parade
Here comes the camera, do you look as good as your sister?
Smile at the animals, they should be the ones in the cages
Oh, turn the pages
Another way to spend a rainy Sunday
Waiting for a call that never comes
The mystery is how she makes her choices
But don't we always choose the ones who hide the sun
Everyone, aah
It's between two hearts, love and desperation
Between two hearts, the kind of love, the kind of love
Between two hearts, a personal situation
Between two hearts, the kind of love with a reputation
Lock Up The Wolves