Well your eyes just haven't been the same, Joseph. Are you bad at dealing with the fame, Joseph. There's a pale moonshine above you. Do you see both sides, do they shove you around.
Looking at my window, an angel enrobed. Appeared and nearly pulled me apart. A million miles of freedom, a million miles of road. But I still don't know where to start.
White demon love song down the hall. White demon shadow on the road. Back up your mind, there is a call. He isn't coming after all love this time. She likes the way he sings.
Sometimes I wake up, and the sky is grey. When you're not here, by my side. I see your makeup on the shelf and a photograph of someone else. And it freaks me out, like I don't exist.
Well let's say that now's the time to start. Blessed all, the young at heart. She's just here to look the part. In the fruit of all this labour land. Friday nights, football stands.