Cassy's got a new plan. Gotta get herself away. Well, I'd better act quick. Yeah, I'd better change my ways. . Oh, maybe I'm wasting. Maybe I'm chasing time.
He won't tell her what is going on. He won't tell her what is going on. Well try'o try o, lie'o lie o. He won't tell her what is going on. . You may think that he's a demolition expert.
My house in Budapest, my. My hidden treasure chest. Golden grand piano. My beautiful Castillo. . You. You. I''d leave it all. . My acres of a land. I have achieved.
Let me tell you about my best friend. Well he's got hair down to his knees. He gets along fine doing just how he please. . And I believe that we first met.
The garden was blessed by the Gods of me and you. We headed west for to find ourselves some truth, ooh. What you waiting for?. No, what you waiting for?.
He reads yesterday's news. Cause today's just scares him. Thinks of yesterday's blues. Cause today's are just far too grim. And it grows. On it grows.
Barcelona, I still long to hold her once more. My boots of leather from Europe. I gather you know, know. . Every time you have to go. Shut my eyes and you know.
What a beautiful dream. I think I'll stay a while. Won't open my resting eyes. Caught off guard in between. Twilight was rocking me. Good night, hear the symphony.
It's a new day. Wind up the music box and watch the city go. Always the same. Watching neighbours on the pavements rock 'n' roll. Flicking through your inbox hundred miles an hour.
Once upon a time in South Africa. I turned to you under the bleeding moon. The ships were sailing in beneath the table top. It was 3 o' clock, the night was still.
He's dreaming of a blacked out car. Screaming "move over". He'll be flying through the sugar canes. Screaming "move over". Any boy can dream. Dream of anything.
Sometimes you need to be alone. It don't matter now. Shut the door, unplug the phone. It don't matter now. Speak in a language they don't know. It don't matter now.
Homegrown alligator. See you later. Gotta hit the road. . Gotta hit the road. Something changed in the atmosphere. Architecture unfamiliar. I can get used to this.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know. Where the tree tops glisten. And children listen. To hear sleigh bells in the snow.
I've been waiting for you. To come around and tell me the truth. About everything that you're going through. My girl you've got nothing to lose. . Cold night and the Sunday mornings.
Me and Sam in the car, talking 'bout America. Heading to the wishing well, we've reached our last resort. I turned to him said: "Man help me out. I fear I'm on an island in an ocean full of change.
I've been waiting for you. To come around and tell me the truth. 'Bout everything that you're going through. My girl you've got nothing to lose. . Cold nights and the Sunday mornings.
Homegrown alligator. See you later. Gotta hit the road. . Gotta hit the road. Something changed in the atmosphere. Architecture unfamiliar. I can get used to this.
My love (my love). My lover, lover, lover. I'm in paradise whenever I'm with you. My mind (my mind). My m-m-m-m-mind. Well it's a paradise whenever I'm with you.
All my love is yours. All my time is ours. All my reckless dreams. And all my restless hours. . No matter where you go, baby, I'll be there. No matter where you go, baby, I'll be there.