Come on hold my hand I wanna contact the living Not sure I understand This role I've been given I sit and talk to God And he just laughs at my plans
Loose lips sunk ships I'm getting to grips With what you said No it's not in my head I can't awaken the dead Day after day Why don't we talk about it
Wake up in the middle of In the thunder of a scream And you realize that it was yours You don't know what to tell them 'Cause you don't know where you
Always and forever is forever young Your shadow on the pavement, the dark side of the sun Gotta dream the dream all over and sleep it tight You don't
So unimpressed but so in awe Such a saint but such a whore So self aware, so full of shit So indecisive, so adamant I'm contemplating thinking about
Don't fight the feelin', relax Oh child, the knots in your back 'Cause, you've been holdin' on I feel you when you're reachin' out I'll talk you through
I like to reminisce about a time I've never had A book that no one read, a film that never made me sad And you remind me of a place I've never been And
You said when you'd die that you'd walk with me every day And I'd start to cry and say please don't talk that way With the blink of an eye, the Lord came
You can't manufacture a miracle The silence was pitiful, that day And love is getting too cynical Passion's just physical, these days You analyze everyone
Johnny and Robbie Youth, why you talking like that were from Stoke I dunno, but I can't stop here, pally Like the wallpaper sticks to the wall Oh, like
Cows Aah, how peculiar? I am all of the above, babe Johnny long strokes to the grave Saving all the stamps and spend it on a kettle Rub me rub me up
Hello, did you miss me? I know, I'm hard to resist Y'all can come and help me Pick the sweet corn out of this It's hard to be humble When you're so fuckin
I've sung songs that were lame I've slept with girls on the game I've got my Catholic chain Lord, I'm in purgatory Basically, it's all come on top for
: You can't manufacture a miracle the silence was pitiful, that day a love is getting too cynical passion's just physical, these days you analyze everyone
: Always and forever is forever young Your shadow on the pavement The dark side of the sun Gotta dream the dream all over And sleep here tight You don
: Don't fight the feeling, relax Oh child the knot's in your back 'Cause you've been holding on I feel you when you're reaching out I'll talk you through
: Hello. Did you miss me? I know I'm hard to resist Y'all can come and help me pick the sweetcorn out of this. It's hard to be humble When you're so
: So unimpressed but so in awe Such a saint but such a whore So self aware so full of shit So indecisive so adamant I'm contemplating thinking about
