Pictures of your vanity are thrown about. The house in which we live. And being part of growing older. Seems a good idea until we live. . So wrapping in your winter time.
How I love to be the chain. How I love to say your name. How I wanna be the one you run to. How I wanna see this through. . How I love to be the risk.
How did I become responsible. Without ever taking responsibility. How did we become so ugly. Without ever changing anything. . How do we get to be so ordinary.
Oh, my dear. What a race we have run. Oh, my sweet. What a phase well become. . How do I go back to California?. How do I leave the green fields here?.
You got your pieces and you got your pawns. You got devastation hands. Life that leads like insanity. What you need is you need. . Little something that will take the edge off.