What a waste, I could've been your lover What a waste, I could've been your friend Perfect love is like a blossom that fades so quick When it's blowing
I've seen God in the sun, I've seen God in the street God before bed and the promise of sleep God in my dreams and the free ride of grace But it all disappears
Six in the morning, the men started working I can't sleep, no, I can't sleep I keep feeling the lights So I think I should get up and call you, going
A lack of understanding You took for being lazy I was just being lazy I'm even doing it now I know that you have saved me I love that you have saved
Born on a Sunday, everyday is Monday That is what I've heard about the real world Up on the morning, heading for the schoolyard Big boys being bullies
I know a spell That would make you help Write about love, it could be in any tense But it must make sense I know a trick Forget that you are sick Write
There is no hole in which to hide There is no plane to catch No hope, tell them that's warm enough No rent to a room that's quiet A friend, I've known
What was it I saw in New York? I?m not the same anymore How will I hide these feelings inside? Call my girl on the phone Neon lights shine bright Taxi
Love and pain and sorrow Keep the band together She was like my soul mate Whispered in my ear Love was playing music It was all we wanted Making plastic
I'm lucky, I can open the door and I can walk down the street Unlucky, I've got no place to go and so I follow my feet A choice is facing you, a healthy
Summer in winter Winter in springtime You heard the birds sing Everything will be fine I spent the summer wasting The time was passed so easily But if
Is it wicked not to care when they say that you?re mistaken Thinking hopes and lots of dreams that aren't there? Is it wicked not to care, when you've
I want the world to stop (I want the world to stop) Give me the morning (Give me the understanding) I want the world to stop (I want the world to stop
And the moment will come when composure returns Put a face on the world, turn your back to the wall And you walk twenty yards with your head in the air
He had a stroke at the age of 24 It could have been a brilliant career Painting lines in a school that was too well known Painting lines with a friend
Hey people, looking out the window at the city below Hey people, looking out the window, full of fun and sorrow Hey people, looking out the window at
A mile and a half on a bus takes a long time The odor of old prison food takes a long time to pass you by Day upon day of this wandering gets you down
If you want me, I'll be there A boy to deal with all your problems But part of the deal Is for you to feel something If you want me look me up I don'
