It only happens once and I think once is enough
may it lead to satisfaction like it or not.
It may whisper your name for things
are never quite the same. Move on,
Move on.
It only happens once and I think once is enough
though it may lead to destruction
wanted or not sometimes the stranger
sometimes the fool. Move on,
move on.
Sir have you built that asylum to paint a
clock on the wall, when dreams are where
you belong, sometimes the stranger
sometimes the fool. Move on,
Move on.

Writer : OWEN,MARK
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing