Baby, I just want you to understand Just exactly how you make me feel Oh, yeah I wanna feel you next to me Time after time when I'm feeling low Something
I'm in dreamsville, holding you I'm dreaming you, just we two alone In love in dreamsville, time is new We're here to love and we do We can see the rest
I hold you, I touch you In a maze can't find my way I think you, I drink you I'm being served to you on a tray You see girl That's what I go through
Young lonesome soldier, sleeping in the rain Far from home Half a child, half a hero Tossed by the times, caught in the winds Dream, lonesome soldier
I did my best but I guess my best wasn't good enough 'Cause here we are back where we were before Seems nothing ever changes we're back to being strangers
Compliment what she does Send her roses just because If it's violins she loves Let them play Dedicate her favorite song And hold her closer all night
i hope tomorrow will bring a better you, better me I know that we'll show this world we got more we could be So you should never give up on your hopes
from the style of my technique Profanity, the blatant way in which I speak But the Dude knows the streets ain't no kiddie game You don't know the Dude? Quincy
Walked in the joint They were lined up back to back Anything you can name, no shame Uh, uh, an' stuff like that Do it, do it, do it, do it What makes
Tell me your secret I don't just want to know about any secret of yours Because tonight I want you to learn All about the secrets in your garden I wanna
Everything must change Nothin' stays the same Everyone will change No one stays the same The young become the old And mysteries do unfold 'Cause that
I hope tomorrow will bring better you, better me I know that we?ll show this world we got more we could be So you should never give up on your hopes and
Molly said she ought to leave you in the ground When they see you hanging down from on the ceiling I've got a feeling that, there's no one if you could
Who's the guy with all the tests? He's Sam, the guy from "Quincy"! A white lab jacket, a hypodermic Sam, the guy from "Quincy"! He doesn't care if
Yeah, that little fucker, he's racin' for the sun He's got a bottle of Jack and he's getting drunk He's smokin' lines in a joint just to ease his pain
You cut me off in traffic, Butt in front of me in line. One day you'll get what's coming but till then I'll bide my time Rude waitresses and waiters
Now that I'm blind I can finally see It's a beautiful thing that'd happened to me Among the living dead is where I wanna be Let me eat your brain
I hate the way it smells, I hate the way it tastes I'll take a pot of coffee, throw it in your face Coffee shops suck shit, let's burn em to the ground
