Well I held you like a lover Happy hands And elbow in the appropriate place And we ignore our others Happy plans That delicate look upon your face
Leave me out with the waste This is not what i do It's the wrong kind of place To be thinking of you It's the wrong time For somebody new It's a small
Cold cold water surrounds me now and all i've got is your hand lord can you hear me now? or am i lost? no one's daughter allow me that and I can't let
There?s still a little bit of your taste in my mouth there?s still a little bit of you laced with my doubt it?s still a little hard to say what's going
We might kiss when we are alone When nobody's watching We might take it home We might make out when nobody's there It's not that we're scared It's just
You can hold her hand And show her how you cry Explain to her your weakness So she understands: And then roll over and die! You can brave decisions
She lives with an orange tree The girl that does yoga She picks the dead ones from the ground When we come over And she gives I get Without giving anything
Tiredness fuels empty thoughts i find myself disposed brightness fills empty space in search of inspiration harder now with higher speed washing in on
I remember it well the first time that i saw your head ?round the door 'cause mine stopped working i remember it well there was wet in your hair I was
This has got to die I said this has got to stop this has got to lie down with someone else on top you can keep me pinned 'cause it's easier to tease
Nothing unusual, nothing strange Close to nothing at all The same old scenario, the same old rain And there's no explosions here Then something unusual
My drum, my drum, my drum Gonna make ya My drum, my drum, my drum Gonna make ya come My book, my book, my book Gonna make ya My book, my book, my book
Mooday (It's got me) x 7 Baby, why d'you have to leave Something up your sleeve Baby, I find it hard to breath Moody (It's got me) Mooday (It's got
Older chests reveal themselves like a crack in a wall starting small and grow in time we all seem to need the help of someone else to mend that shelf
I pack my suit in a bag i'm all dressed up for prague i'm all dressed up with you all dressed up for him too prepare myself for a war before i even open
What I want from you is empty your head But they say be true, don't stay in your bed We do what we need to be free And it leans on me like a rootless
Sleep. Don?t weep, My sweet love. Your face, it's all wet. And your day was rough. So do what you must do To find yourself. Wear another shoe. Paint
Woke up and for the first time the animals were gone It's left this house empty now, not sure if I belong Yesterday you asked me to write you a pleasant
