Tell me the good I've done is just a lucky swing of the ax.
Tell me that this wonderful moment will never ever return.
Tell me the clock is ticking.
Tell me I won’t be remembered
and I'm all dressed to be killed.
Now you know my Kryptonite.
Tell me that what struck me as beauty was just a concussion.
Tell me that I'm not in any way destined to win.
Tell me I never heard the music.
Tell me that happiness uses
and I'm all dressed to be killed.
Now you know my Kryptonite.
Now you know my Kryptonite.