Then the other girl Was sitting on the sidewalk in the rain She had a suitcase And a shoelace on her finger And she sang la da de la da daaa I can
i will go on, you take me to your land time will go on, it breask me, in your life say what you wanna say, any time of day, but don't justify my truths
You must be made of straw, the way you bend 'Cause you're afraid of windy days or any breeze at all it never ends We run too much and we shake too many
I'm grateful for these things These things are grateful for me but These gifts are plagues These plagues are candy coated I only hope it brings A smile
[Talking in the Background] Doesn't anybody know how to walk anymore? Doesn't anybody know what a radio's for? Doesn't anybody wear their hair down
You must be made of straw The way you bend You're afraid of windy days or any breeze At all it never ends We run too much And we shake too many
When I was a young boy I was honest and I had more self control If I was tempted I would Run Then when I got older I began to lie to get exactly what
(two, three, four) Seven people died last night the painter paints the poet writes she knocks a hole in my front door but she's the one i can
I want everything I see I want you to want me I want the water where you swim I want to drown in it I want your lust and your favourite toys Your
Driving intoxicated anticipating blurrier visions of Christ Are you the saviour that brings us our daily bread? Some of us wine, others rice See through
You couldn't find two people more Different on the shores of love And wading in together is dangerous Till she grabs you by the wrist Disarms you with
Overcome by the enemy I run back up to my room Where I find your ruins And love Will you make a fool of me? You got me doing things I never would believe
Lights on the horizon, pedal to the floor. You're driving nowhere fast, to chase away the past, but still it haunts you. Keep this old car moving
Spin round the steering wheel the Coffee spills but you can't feel The dam behind your eyes Turn off the radio, the news is fake But you can't tell
if it was up to me, id enver look both wasy before crossing the street if it was up to me, i'd never wear my seatbelt, and i'd probably still speed
And I, I wanted to tear down the curtains To let, let in some natural light I wake up and open one eye And wait for the window to crack at me, alone
Excuse me miss, I seem to have lost track of time, what just happened, how long have I been lying here sprawled out on my back, you just confirmed
A long way to run. A long way to go on someone else's word. And not by any sane decision. And you've shown that you can lead, and I've shown I can
