Bruce Dickinson
Bruce Dickinson
Bruce Dickinson
Bruce Dickinson
Bruce Dickinson
Bruce Dickinson
Bruce Dickinson
Bruce Dickinson
Bruce Dickinson
Bruce Dickinson
Bruce Dickinson
You were too weird
You were too weird
You were too weird for your own skin, baby
You were too weird for your own piece of mind
Took a stab at the sky without a high wire
Took a touch-tone ride, but I couldn't come clean
Come clean
You were too weird
You were too weird
You were too weird to be flying by night
I shot for the moon but you turned of the light
Took a stab at the sky without a high wire
Took a touch-tone ride in the stars
I've been laughing all my life and waiting for a smile
Over and out, Over and out
She threw me over and out
SOLO
You were too weird
You were too weird
Candles and curtains to cover the guilt
You were too pale for the light
Took a step in the sky without a high wire
Took a touch tone ride in the stars
I've been laughing all my life and waiting for a smile
Strung out hanging by the phone waiting for a line
Over and out, Over and out
She'd do me over and out
Yeah, I'd dance at you in the stars, yeah
Over and out
You were too weird
But I couldn't come clean
You were too weird
Over and out
You were too weird
You were too weird
But I couldn't come clean
Over and over and out
Over and out
Over And Out was written by Bruce Dickinson.
Over And Out was produced by Chris Tsangarides.