"I'll find you in the flames."
But now we act like people
Who don't know each other's names.
Well, sometimes it makes me sad, you know.
Sometimes it makes me smile.
'Cause you know how the game goes, honey.
We all eat it once in awhile.
Scissors cut, paper covers rock
Breaks the shining scissor
You hurt me
I hurt her and she goes and we will miss her
Now, I look around at people
Playing children's games.
And I wonder if you're still thinking
You might find me somewhere in the flames.
Scissors cut, paper covers rock
Breaks the shining scissor
You hurt me
I hurt her and she goes and we will miss her
