From the bed to the car, let us stick to you now. And then move on, move on. Out of school, into home, let us swallow you whole. Or just hold on, hold on.
You can make up a list. Of the things you want could be anything. When you've crossed them all off. And there's nothing left to start again. . The occasional milestone on your path.
All the angels on the wire. Getting dizzy from the heights. Go carefully, carefully. Oh, airstream driver. . She shoots but never misses. Stare down passin traffic.
She had perfect eyes. That's all she had. And in the these perfect skies. Makes you glad. . She has alibis. And they're not bad. And in these perfect skies.
I was always told that you have to have the balls to break down. Now Im older, Im not too sure. I was always told that you had to have the high to low down.
I was always told that you had to have the balls to breakdown. Now I'm older, I'm not too sure. I was once told that you had to have a high to lowdown.
They won't see. The fire you have lit inside of me. They look up to the stars. And wonder where you might be. They look up without realizing. That they're standing right there in the palm of your hand.