This is the story. Bout the world was boring. And we livened it up on a Sunday morning. With tunes from the basement. Makin mom and dad mad. Although they're kinda ugly they ain't so bad.
I look through love, baby, just like you. I hope to be all it wants me to be. So when you run from me I will always understand. But don't you wanna know why God loves you?.
I cry, when midnight sighs. I cry, when midnight sighs. . If and betting on an if. And if that if might have a chance to survive. It runs in to twelve different ways of existing.
Falling leaves and broken hearts. I believe you are the same, oh. Have you noticed streaks and blurs?. Interrupting all the pain. . Perish the thought.
Holding all the pictures that my life's drawn, I never find a missing love.. Remembering all the rays that have been made, but never cloudy leaving love..
Holding on is like the ways of the wind. Holding on is like the ways of the wind. . I wore a ring that was taken so hastily. Thinking naively that it guaranteed my safety.
A morning lark,. Fears no enmity.. Floral cigars, clear kiss of fire.. Keeps me apart. Forever dark.. The way to go?. Right out the window.. . A strange desire [x4].
turn it up i never wanna go home. i only wanna be part of your breakdown. she got caught by the four on the floor. i picked her up. and she'll never get let down.
So you think you've been through it all?. But I can't help but wonder now.. Yesterday I found my worst regret.. I'll hide it away so no one ever knows..
Fascinated by our own mortality. we're not the only ones who dream. wonder how long it is that we've got left. it's impossible to say. . What awaits us when we draw that final breath.
I, think of '39 and folk just like me. Torn, from their minds their wives their homes and families. . Apathy's cruel but it's warm in my bed. And I can do anything if I've the money to spend.
Look at how far I've come. These past few months. Just for the credit. To get spread to everyone. My hard work. Reward well deserved but. They all love the attention.
You call it half empty. It's better half full.. I have no desire to fuel your fire. But damn it's getting old.. And you, make sure. That my day is worse than yours..
Ici on est las de marcher sur vos traces. If I could change anything. L'american dream est en France plus qu'en place. Then I would change everything.
Sleigh bells ring are you listening?. In the lane snow is glistening. A beautiful sight we're happy tonight. Walking in a winter wonderland. . Gone away is the bluebird.
If you see me walkin' down the street. Staring at the sky and draggin' my two feet. You just pass me by, it still makes me cry. But you can make me whole again.
How, how do I make you understand. How much I'm need you breathing you. Every minute. . Should I stay and let you know. That you're the one that I adore.
It's the way you're nervous when you speak. The way I know just what you mean. It's the kind of thing that's bitter sweet. It's the funny feeling deep inside.
Don't you cry, don't you look so sad. We both knew somehow this day would come. I know you want what is best for me. And I need to see you smile. . From where I started off to where I am.
CHORUS: [Playalitical] We aint gotta get a telle, we aint gotta leave here, we aint gotta get a room girl/ "that's what they say"/ Nah we can do it right here, in the back like yea, do what you do girl..