He lifted her face the pillow and said, "Baby such is life" And then he his suitcase out through the door And give'm something to about The door slammed, left a She'd be damned she see her in his car So much for and the good, good wife Well, maybe it's a fact of
But IN veRonicA'S HEAD the were burning out of frustration Veronica's bed mocked every Thing she said to the
She dyed her hair black in the mirror liked it blonde on his wife An act of independence, a small Hey, it was something to shout at night, she'd crack She'd feel his fingers raking down her back She'd up angry, but turned on like a light
maybe it's a fact of life
But IN veRonicA'S the wheels were burning Turning out of said, she would never be the same, no But IN veRonicA'S HEAD, the fields burning Burning the destruction She around, he's there Confusing her with his And on the telephone She twists and she in circles With all of her strength, she breaks She and she nearly falls
But IN veRonicA'S the wheels were burning Turning out of said she would never be the same, no But IN veRonicA'S the fields were burning down the destruction Veronica's bed, she there listening at night to her heartbeat. Oooh.
The wheels were
And IN HEAD the fields are burning The are turning The are burning