Sometimes I feel really glad. Looking back at the fun we've had. But sometimes I want so much more. Than this tug of war. I'm longing for. Swinging scenes in magazines.
Bound in a nutshell. Lost in our weary eyes. We're tumbledown people. Leading our tumbledown lives. Breath of life (breath of life). Could make our engines roar.
A whole night,. Of talking in circles,. Searching for reasons to save us,. And keep it all painless.. . All the lies you've had to swallow. Just to face the World tomorrow..