Objection!

I heard you being led by the wind

How many times? How many faces? And the places are for me

And what did I do to make me hate you so much?

It's all the time, it's all the faces and the places that weren't for me

The snow is starting to fall, circling Waterloo

The coat that's soaked from the bar, the cursed witches' brew

The happiness of it all, set back by you

I felt you on the first day of fall

It's so consuming and the booming of your voice is just for me

Don't have a type, I don't have a style

I know I do, it's just a test, so I object and all the rest

The snow is starting to fall, circling Waterloo

The coat that's soaked from the bar, the cursed witches' brew

The happiness of it all, set back by you

The snow is starting to fall, circling Waterloo

The coat that's soaked from the bar, the cursed witches' brew

The happiness of it all, set back by you