There are things that I'd like to say. But I'm never talking to you again. There's things I'd like to phrase some way. But I'm never talking to you again.
(written by Grant Hart). I'm curious to know exactly how you are. I keep my distance but my distance is too far. It reassures me just to know that you're okay.
Running around like an insane maniac. Anywhere that you please. Taking advantage of anyone handy. To satisfy your disease. . You're a soldier. You're a soldier.
You're looking for a chance to give your mind a rest. Now please correct me if I'm wrong. The story goes that I'm terribly impressed. I guess I've known it all along.
You never used to care for fancy new obsession. You never used to have a reason to be bored. Now you indulge yourself with new ways of possession. And now you indulge yourself and your feelings are ignored.
1. . Strange week. Strange week. Strange week. Strange week. . Strange week. Strange week. Strange week. Strange week. . Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday. Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday.
Time heals, time goes on and. Time really flies. Time hurts and time can cut you. Cut you down to size. . There's no need to touch you now, no. Well, I'm doing fine.
Well, I can see her loading boxes in my mind. Into a belvedere with a trailer pulled behind. Well, things didn't go exactly as they planned. She's a woman and now he is a man.
Hear the sirens in the afternoon. Enemy missile gonna hit us soon. Casualties will be gigantic. Run down the street and panic. . Push the button, baby.
If I could change my mind. What changes would it bring?. If I could change you. Well, it wouldn't change a thing. . So now you know. And now you shouldn't be afraid.
There are things that I'd like to say. But I'm never talking to you again. There's things I'd like to phrase some way. But I'm never talking to you again.
Every time I see that girl. My lips begin to curl. She's livin', she's livin' in another world. She's just too damn surreal. . And I'm not interested.
Gilligan's Island. Is where I wanna be. I wanna fuck Ginger. Underneath a big palm tree. . I wanna make the professor. Make some good drugs for me. Oh, Gilligan's Island.
I'm curious to know exactly how you are. I keep my distance but that distance is too far. It reassures me just to know that you're okay. But I don't want you to go on needing me this way.
If you're tired of all those other dances. If you're tired of all those other moves. You should do this dance that's really way out. You should do this dance that really grooves.
Well, I'm standing in the queue. And I can't stand anymore missing you. And I, I can't stand the pain. And I can't get home 'cause of a hurricane. . Dead set on destruction.
Well, the actual condition of my mind. Is elusive as the answers that I find. I keep going through transition, from doubt to indecision. It's the actual condition of my mind.
Maybe I am misunderstood. Maybe I'm missing Conviction. Maybe. Maybe I'm minding my own mind. Maybe I'm making moonsenseshine. Maybe. I've turned my head around baby.