We're living underneath the land of sorrow. I can hear the bombs rain down. And how do I explain there's no tomorrow. I can hardly make a sound. . Dead silence.
A slap in the face and I can't erase. These things that you say. Don't make it all okay, it's not okay. . When push comes to shove. I'll put on the gloves.
She reads a book from across the street. Waiting for someone that she'll never meet. Talk over coffee for an hour or two. She wonders why I'm always in a good mood.
My head, it hurts. Each day it's getting worse. My looks and smile. Have now become my curse. Tight lips, red skirt. The never ending street. Big car, little man.