Where's the revolution,. What makes these dreamers come true,. Where's the revolution,. What gives these thinkers what to do,. It's been coming for it's trial of years,.
I suppose you have to blame the view on the architecture,. And the architect bares the burden of the build,. There's no use trying to stare any sense into what you see,.
Well they lined up for miles to see the proof that crime does pay,. All full of that dreamy headed sleepy vision of someday,. He was handing out free shoes for every one to shine,.
All you have to do is touch it you won't feel a thing,. Mass media goddess the be all tell all weather beauty,. The ruthless means of the calculated ends of structured emptiness,.
I've got so much on my mind that belongs somewhere else,. Gets so hard to separate your selflessness from your self,. But if I care so much why do I wonder why I even care at all,.
(Intro Hook) [Michael Miller]. I wanna see you, touch you, love you. Yeah, yeah.. I wanna see you, touch you, love you. Yeah, yeah.. I wanna see you, touch you, love you. Yeah, yeah..
Why is the perfect question that even a child knows to ask,. Just because is the only answer when the task master is held to task,. We all imagine a different better world which is why we have this one,.
While we mortgage our souls to the mercy of the streets,. The lien holder throws out more food than he eats,. You never know how close you are to that close call,.
As we drive to the sharpest point of our being,. We must turn our vision to the clearest point of our seeing,. Our savaged senses in the crosshairs of a system,.
Oh I can only fumble my lyric,. When it comes to a song of you,. The poet in the man undone by your beauty,. And the treasure of all you do,. I feel I have spent my whole life in your praise,.
I suppose you could empty a language into this beginning,. Goddess double helix of next world never ending,. Wrecking all our wonders salvaging our syndicated woes,.
A green light against the expanding canvas of night,. My mind blanks on divinities of wrong and right,. The surge of the engine pulling me to some somewhere,.
The biggest mystery of all,. Is why we think the world is such a mystery,. Though I can't imagine it any other way,. No I can't not for the life of me,.
Madness is the only method left in these old beliefs,. Promises of next world chain you to these earthly griefs,. The thing under your bed is now sleeping with your wife,.
Here I am. I know I'm not as you planned. Because I'm no knight and I'm no prince. But I am convinced. That I can sweep you off your feet. With this simple melody.
I'm tired of these one way heartbeats. They come just to leave me with nothing. Like a movie with a cliffhanger ending. And no sequel to answer my questions.
Before you I thought I knew what love was all about. But then you came along and I knew I was wrong. 'Cause now. . It's like somebody tied balloons to my shoes.
City of angels. They've all broke their halos. Traded their crosses for cash. . City of big dreams. Your name on the big screen. Traded your soul for some flash.
Can't get my mind away from thoughts of you. Two weeks ago today you were just the girl I drew. Now I think it's time that we decide; lovers or friends.
Written by: Michael Marton. . Hey, there you go. watching everybody. that you know. walk away. walk away. . Once in your life. you got to rise a little higher.