I wonder why, I got nothing to do. Well, I'm scratching my head, I'm behind on the news. Every time I think about you. I forget what I said, I'm telling the truth.
Marianne, I lost you in a dream. Then, the dream came true. Marianne, tell me every little thing. That you're going through. There's got to be something I could do.
Well don't you hate it when you mess up with a friend?. From around the bend. Thinkin', "This could be the end.". . And you won't know what you've got 'til it's gone.