I'm walking down the street looking fine. Shaking the expression makin' it mine. I'm walking down the street two feet, not four!. I know about impression, the guy in the back.
Love, love, love. Love, love, love. Love, love, love. . In your eyes change when you're looking at me. You're walking downstairs and you leave. And you turn into a crippled man.
Well half a train you're not my lover. Your a sad man on the street. And the things you say. Just aren't funny. I laugh just to be mean. . No. Your pretty face just doesn't cut it anymore.
All around me familiar faces,. But I can't seem to place them.. Surrounded by familiar places,. But oh, don't feel like home.. Now how is I to know. The echo is about to grow?.
Gonna start a fire without a flame. Gonna use my heart, my mind, my brain. Gonna dance on top of a mountain (?). And you can bring your friends and do the same.