The Next Time I See You

Come back, come back again, black eyes
All is forgiven this time
Come back, come back again, bruises
All is a matter of trying

You cut your hair
You act differently to what I suppose you would do
You cut your hair
You talk differently now, to what I remember how

Come back, come back again, black eyes
All is a matter of opinions
Who put this blood in my veins?
Who told me not to go to sleep?

You cut your hair
You act differently to what I suppose you would do
You cut your hair
You talk differently now, to what I remember how
You cut your hair
You act differently to what I suppose you would do
You cut your hair
You talk differently now, to what I remember how
You cut your hair
You act differently to what I suppose you would do
You cut your hair
You cut your hair