Wake up April, it'll be summer soon. And you'll be sipping your morning coffee in the afternoon. Walking slowly because there's nowhere to go. But your heart keeps beating so, so, so.
Hanging around you, turned me upside down. You stole the clock when you left town. There's never any time worn. On the flower of a storm. . More inside children with outdoor names.
Say goodbye good, hey hey hey. We might not be fooling around today. If we go all the way, hey hey hey. All the ills after us is the songs that we play.
I was just thinking. Most of last Wednesday. I hope we're together. From here until doomsday. . We could be each other's arms. We'd keep each other free from harm.
Flickering on, sad to see the season. Come and gone away. My black-eyed friends couldn't stay. I'm afraid. . Now I'm left with a mess. I'm way too overdressed for casual guests in time.
At the top of the world there is a half-year sun. The water's all froze. And one thousand men old. On the side of the hill there are no wanting eyes. .
Drown yourself in bread and coffee. Fast forward, right through the news. We spend weeks just window shopping. What else can we really do? We could be anybody.
Wood water, when the shoe don't fit. All the news just has your name on it. And it's an open door when the bricks are laid. But you've got space for something more.