Ruleta Rusa

Love for you is a game that's out of style
It's showing a blind man the view, it's Russian roulette
It's spinning and spinning and spinning and spinning
And not knowing who you'll wake up with tomorrow

It's almost touching the sky and slipping to the ground
Russian roulette, a fragile excuse
Russian roulette, a fragile excuse
Love for you is a heavy, confusing dream

It's a stolen moment from your skin that ends in abuse
It's spinning and spinning and spinning and spinning
Not knowing which bed you'll end up in
Every night is a premiere

Perfume, fire, and poison
Russian roulette, a fragile excuse
Russian roulette, a fragile excuse
Russian roulette, a fragile excuse