Please don't ask me how I know. The times before I met you long ago. If I could sit quite still. And times could pass me by. I'd sit quite still and pass the time.
Here come the nice, looking so good. He makes me feel like no one else could. He knows what I want he's got what I need. He's always there if I need some speed.
Are you all seated comfly-bold. two-square on your botty?. Then I'll begin. . Once upon a time in the land of greens. Where the sky was silky soft. and full of coloured dreams.
Stand, in the end, you'll still be you. One that's done all the things you set out to do. Stand, there's a cross for you to bear. Things to go through if you're goin' anywhere.
You don't know, don't know. You don't know, don't know. Waiting on you. You don't know, don't know. Waiting on you. Waiting on you. . But when I ask you.
I've got your picture of me and you. You wrote I love you, I love you too. I sit and stare at it, there's nothing else to do. . Oh, it's in color, your hair is brown.
É Proibido Fumar. . É proibido fumar. diz o aviso que eu li. É proibido fumar. Pois o fogo pode pegar. Mas nem adianta o aviso olhar. Pois a brasa que agora eu vou mandar.
I said Chatterbox. I said ya squalk a lot. C'mon gimma some lips. Yeah Chatterbox. . I call you up. Don't give me no line. I'm comin in your home. On the chatterline.
I-I-I-I-I'm not your steppin' stone,. I-I-I-I-I'm not your steppin' stone.. . You're trying to make your mark in society,. You're using all the tricks that you used on me,.
Who owns the face inside the window?. Who holds the key to your soul. I don't care for the state I'm in. From deep down inside I feel it begin. Who holds the key to your soul?.
If you come knocking on my door. I'll make sure that I'm not there. It's no fun being alone but don't you phone. I'm running. . 'Cause i know and I'll always remember.
The night speeds though at its breakneck pace. Gotta run to keep up, gotta keep on the case. And the people that you meet. Well they're speeding too. I get up, I get in a cab.
You are so majestic, so skillful. In the way that you make me sick. You are the perfect one. The only one for you. . And now even though that it's true.
Ain't ashamed to cry. Sometimes it feels just good enough. To feel something. Ain't afraid to try. Well I fail as good as anybody else. Lost interest in politics.
What are you still doing here?. Your stability offers no comfort to me. It don't fill me up. Process what's going through my head. What I've done and what I've said. It won't help me out.
"What have we here then?. That girls got shorter hair than her boyfriend. What is it with the kids these days?". And the way his head goes straight into his back.
Wrapped up. Spat out in your self doubt. Should I rip my heart out. Pack it up and send it to you. Things said in anger. Said for gain. Said to cut down.
All of us, connected. All of us on the same road home. And if one should fall or falter. Then we all reach down together as one. And we lift them up again.
I look at you. You're a mystery. Sometimes you're just hell. All the same. It's no news to me. And we all fall down so typically. Intact. . Attack. Me, like it's all that matters.
I'm goin' to Alaska Where nobody knows my face. I'm goin' to Alaska Where there ain't no rats to race. I'm headed to Alaska Where a song is still a song.