You can't bystand all the people
Stand them on their own
They will fall to pieces
So we watch them grow
Into strange and pretty faces
I don't know
Clutching to my lipstick traces
Watch them go
Chorus:
Make mistake number three
Make mistake number three
Make mistake number three
It's strange how much it changes
How they want to know
How cynical are people
That's where children go
Dragged into a conversation
They can't hold
It's so sad
But it prepares them for the mould
(chorus)
Why is my love like an ocean run dry?
Why is my love
Such a struggle with life?
You can't bystand all the people
Stand them on their own
They will fall into pieces
So we watch them grow