Fractured, but not broken;
Still moving well out in the open...
Lower my gun and keep my questions to a minimum, and let you run and run around them...
Moving targets are so hard to hit,
But tonight, I've got you in my sights - I can't miss...
Moving targets, quick as a shooting star is,
But the minute you slow down, that's when I let off a round - I can't miss...
Wounded, but not through yet;
Still determined not to lose it...
Such a sorry thing to prove, and it won't save you from the truth...
Moving targets are so hard to hit,
But tonight, I've got you in my sights - I can't miss, ooh...
Moving targets (you were bound to give me all you have), quick as a shooting star is,
But the minute you slow down, that's when love would let off a round - I can't miss...
You were bound to give me all you have to give...
Moving targets play hard to hit,
But tonight, love, I've got you in my sights, and I can't miss...
Moving targets, quick as a shooting star is,
(You were bound to give me all you have... bound to give me all you have...)
But the minute you slow down, that's when I let off a round - I can't miss...
(You were bound to give me all you have... bound to give me...)