A mistake on the part of natureYou're so fair and so fey that you'll sit anywhereI've pencil sketched the sceneIt's feeling ByzantineMistakes on the part of natureThe living proof of what they're calling loveOn certain sideway streetsWhere things that don't match meetA mistake on the part of natureYou are a tall glass, a blast from the pastYeah, things were simpler thenYou ask exactly whenA mistake on the part of natureIt's forgive and move onWon't wear my Sunday suit to walk that streetThat would feel ByzantineSilhouette, tell me a tall tale, goShout it outSilhouette, shout it from the topSweet talk, sweet talkYour sweet talk, sweet talkAmnesia becomes ambitionAmbition becomes a new sort of Charming simplicityLike always ByzantineA mistake on the part of natureIt's forgive and move onWon't wear my Sunday suit to walk that streetThat would feel ByzantineSilhouette, tell me a tall tale, goShout it outSilhouette, shout it from the topSweet talk, sweet talkYour sweet talk, sweet talkSilhouette, tell me a tall tale, goShout it outSilhouette, shout it from the topSweet talk, sweet talkYour sweet talk, sweet talk
