Bruce Dickinson - Confeos

In the smoky haze, she was dancing free Should've ordered one but I ordered three Then I watched the room, and it was dancing too So I ordered four and I hit the floor On the count of five, I was still alive At the stroke of six, I picked a two drink mix At the stroke of seven, I fell out of heaven As the clock struck eight, I felt the hand of fate You're in the spotlight And I'm running out of hours You're in the spotlight The wheels of your life starts now Tell Me What's was on your mind, yeah May I approach from behind, yeah Tell Me What's was on your mind, yeah Start confessing to your crimes, yeah Well, I tried to come but I was already there Did I arrive too soon? Well better late than never When I come again, you will know it's time Cause I have to go to catch another rhyme Things are getting tight, maybe one more stroke Any last words from the fiery people Tell Me What's is on your mind, yeah May I approach from behind, yeah Run to your confessing crimes, yeah His Tell Me What is on Your Mind, yeah Now the wheels of life goes rolling on, into the sun Now the wheels of life goes rolling on, we roll as one Tell Me What's is on your mind, yeah Start confessing to your Crimes, yeah (X2)