I made you laugh, I made you cry. I made you open up your eyes. Didn't I?. I helped you open out your wings,. Your legs, and many other things. Didn't I?.
Don't give me something to hold in my hand. Something else to believe in. Cause I'm over it. And your reason for wanting to stay. Your reason for wanting to change.
Leave me out with the waste. This is not what I do. It's the wrong kind of place. To be thinking of you. . It's the wrong time. For somebody new. It's a small crime.
You could be my favourite taste. to touch my tongue. I know someone who could serve me love. but it wouldn't fill me up. . You could have my favourite face.
Moody (It's got me) x 7. Baby, why'd you have to leave?. Something up your sleeve?. Baby, I find it hard to breath. . Moody (It's got me) x 8. Baby, why'd you have to leave?.
It takes a lot to know a man. It takes a lot to understand. The warrior, the sage. The little boy enraged. . It takes a lot to know a woman. A lot to understand what's humming.
Wherever you are, you know that I adore you. No matter how far, well I can go before you. If ever you need someone, what not that you need help in. But if ever you want someone, you know that I am willing.
We might kiss when we are alone. When nobody's watching. We might take it home. . We might make out when nobody's there. It's not that we're scared. It's just that it's delicate.
We might kiss when we are alone. When nobody's watching. We might take it home. We might make out when nobody's there. It's not that we're scared. It's just that it's delicate.
i tried to repress it. then i carried its crown. i reached out to undress it. but love let me down. love let me down.... so i tried to erase it. but the ink bled right through.
There's still a little bit of your taste in my mouth. Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt. It's still a little harder to say what's going on.
I pack my suit in a bag, I'm all dressed up for Prague. I'm all dressed up with you, all dressed up for him too. Prepare myself for a war, before I even open up my door.
Nothing unusual, nothing strange. Close to nothing at all. The same old scenario, the same old rain. And there's no explosions here. . Then something unusual, something strange.
Leave me out with the waste. This is not what I do. It's the wrong kind of place. To be thinking of you. It's the wrong time. For somebody new. It's a small crime.
Leave me out with the waste. This is not what I do. It's the wrong kind of place. To be thinking of you. It's the wrong time. For somebody new. . It's a small crime.
And so it is. Just like you said it would be. Life goes easy on me. Most of the time. And so it is. The shorter story. No love, no glory. No hero in her sky.