I don't want to, go only like this,. And I don't need to, keep thinking like this,. Turned things over in my head,. Things I'v done and things I've said,.
Nothing to do on a Sunday.. But watch the cars go by,. On the street outside.. A little break in the bedroom. Lie in front of the TV. Think of all the things you have to do.
Screaming, screaming, screaming.. Is these something you want,. Is these something you need,. Come in through the back door,. When everyone is asleep..
It would take a better man than you,. To win this sad loved girl,. And if you could I wouldn't say,. That you could keep her.. I'm here all by myself,.
In my next life I won't,. Listen to anyone,. Who says that they can give you,. More than I can,. All I have, all I have.. And don't try to save my soul,.
Howling boy,. And he is coming out,. Howling boy,. And he is coming.. Boy, your eyes are wide,. With something you can't hide,. They'll break a stick across your back,.
See, I can't feel, I can't breath, I am smitten. Even angels will sin, if they're driven. . Burned by the sun, on my skin, burnt my fingers. Curse myself into the wind, hear it whisper.
Daybreak, another new day. The mist on the meadow is drifting away. For it's daybreak, the sun's in the sky now. And flowers break through their blanket of dew.