Tickets is a 2005 comedy-drama film directed by Abbas Kiarostami, Ken Loach and Ermanno Olmi.
Yours' is over,
And I'm not the one who caught the bouquet
I am nowhere,
But some might say that this is somewhere
Showed up by coincidence,
Left no trace, no evidence at all
Denial is my preference
It's better if my conscience doesn't know
Run away, and stay away for quite some time
You'll find me walking on the other side
I have a completely different ticket to ride
I'm skin and bone, waiting on a train
I travel alone
Will we fall in love again? Time will show
No one knows
I'm thinking about the day,
When I'll se you in a subway hall
Will you recognize me,
And will you remember anything at all
And I know it's gonna rain that day
I pray for stormy weather
So I can see you waring my favourite sweater
And there's a seat right
Next to me, and it's still not taken
So, come on in, let's talk about it,
Chorus:
She's got tickets to her own show
But nobody wants to go
And I'm stuck sitting in the front row
I'm singing along like there's no tomorrow
It's funny how you say that you made it on your own
When you haven't worked for anyone your daddy didn't know
You say you got a job, but I don't know what you do
Such a f*** snob that you'll never know the truth
You're perfect on the outside, but nothing at the core
It's easy to forget when you show up at my door
Stop messing with my mind, cause you'll never my heart
But your perfect little body ma-ma-makes me fall apart
Your perfect little body ma-ma-makes me fall apart
Chorus:
She's got tickets to her own show
But nobody wants to go
And I'm stuck sitting in the front row
I'm singing along like there's no tomorrow
La la la-la la la la la, la la la-la
I know you want to stay, but I think that you should go
Cause you've got nothing to say, you just sit there on your phone
I try not to give in, but temptation has me lost
So I will do my best to ge-ge-ge-ge-get you off
You're perfect on the outside, but nothing at the core
It's easy to forget when you show up at my door
Stop messing with my mind, cause you'll never my heart
But your perfect little body ma-ma-makes me fall apart
Your perfect little body ma-ma-makes me fall apart
Chorus:
She's got tickets to her own show
But nobody wants to go
And I'm stuck sitting in the front row
I'm singing along like there's no tomorrow
La la la-la la la la la, la la la-la
La la la-la la la la la, la la la-la la la la
La la la-la la la la la, la la la-la la la la
Chorus:
Yeah, she's got tickets to her own show
But nobody wants to go
And I'm stuck sitting in the front row
I'm singing along like there's no tomorrow
Chorus:
She's got tickets to her own show
But nobody wants to go
And I'm stuck sitting in the front row
I'm singing along like there's no tomorrow
La la la-la la la la la, la la la-la
La la la-la la la la la, la la la-la la la la
La la la-la la la la la, la la la-la la la la