I think my heart must be made of clay,. 'Cause everyone said it would be broken some day,. And now I've come to that fateful day,. So I sit on the floor with my head in my hands,.
Too many souls are lost,. so many dreams lie broken.. Will you try to help them. chase the night away,. turn on the booming silver day.. We do it in swingtime,.
Hey baby, love the way you walk-. Got a knock-kneed swing goes back and forth.. I could lose myself in the curve of you hips. aching to kiss your sweet lips..
You don't follow me now,. ribbons in hair. searching for answers when. there's none there.. Then follow me round,. up my stair. into my bedroom if. I'm in there..
I run at things too fast,. only give them half a chance-. Say what you want, what you will,. but it's true.. I'm far too lazy,. I do enough but nothing more..