Look up Look where you wanna be Look left Look where you left me I should have known By the ice in his eye But you warm me up with your so sweet demise
Half a week before the winter The chill bites before it comes I'm a child of the pleasure Daddy brings before he runs He sits behind a desk of mahogany
Stand up straight Do your trick Turn on the stars Jupiter shines so bright When you're around They tell us slow down We're too young, you need to grow
Watch her as she flew deep within the blue A day out from the county I.C.U. There's nothing you can do Someone gently says to you The doctor says that
Watching puddles gather rain There's no better place to lay She's as fine as dandelions blowin' in the wind She's not thinkin' about anything She floats
: Watch her as she flew deep within the blue The day out from the county I see you There's nothing you can do Someone gently says to you The doctor says
: Stand up straight Do your trick Turn on the stars Jupiter shines so bright When you're around to tell us slow down, We're too young you need to grow
: Crashed on the floor when I moved in This little bungalow with some strange new friends Stay up too late, and I'm too thin We promise each other it
: I, I know what you did Like a boy of summer gives his first kiss Love, is dancing on my finger He got to the heart of the matter and lingered Now I
: I've been taking what you've given Now I'm thinkin' I've been livin' Fantasy of your sweet smile Sad as blue and blue as only You can cast the color
: Look out Look where you wanna be Look left Look where you left me I should have known By the ice in your eye That you warm me up in your so sweet
: Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Gotta get a little Gotta get a little All the world has gone to bed And I am drowning in it's silence But a solitude is in my head
: (intro: whale sounds) Watching puddles gather rain Theres no better place to lay Shes as fine as dandelions blowing in the wind Shes not thinkin' about
: I want to run I want to hide I want to tear down the walls That hold me inside I want to reach out And touch the flame Where the streets have no name
: Speeding Into the horizon Dreaming of the siren Wishing for her broken glass on the highway It could be so easy The rhythm Rhythm of an engine Always
: Half a week before the winter The chill bites before it comes And I'm a child of the pleasure Daddy brings before he runs He sits behind a desk of
: Just when the waves are washing over Just when you think you're goin' down Just when the chill makes you colder The sun comes out for you And if you
