Well, sometimes he just stays in And he might want some lovin' And then sometimes he just takes off for a while And she says What's the matter, baby?
These years of mine run red like a bloodline If I was the last son Prostrate, I wait but silence is not for me I'll shout 'til they come Oh, stop leaving
How the sweet birds fly, they have hollow bones Made for the sky, not like you or I I don't want to be in a tin can over the sea But if we all believe
Look for me every night, if you half close your eyes You can make out mine in the ghostly light And you'll hear me cry, "It's not me? Though you shrink
Breaking news is never good, take the needle from my eye And stack the shelves with anything, just so we don't have nothing Leap year babies barely age
We've been drivin' since midnight and my eyes want to close (I love drivin' with you) But your laughter is spurrin' me on (I can't wait to get where we
How you stole my gaze on the first day You were everywhere like a subway At the summer's end When things start to fade and die On the second day we saw
We go outside in the sun For the last hours of the day For the best hours of the day Our heads are sore from the day We've had or the night before But
Towers and trials from thrones and carriages Crossing the seas and whispering in passages Murder and marriages fit for a queen Taking me down, down, down
