Sweet one, sweet one under the sun. You're the sweet one, sweet one under the sun. Sweet one, sweet one under the sun. You're the sweet one, sweet one under the sun.
So stay, what for?. Get lost, hit the floor. 'Cause there's fire all around. It's in my hands, it's out the door. . Springtime, you're gonna wish that we were friends.
There's some things I forget. And if it's wrong, I keep it in check. 'Cause what could I do. . And if we go out tonight. With that blood on your shirt.
If you found the words. Would you really say them?. Or silent through the verse. Will mumble punctuation?. . Remembering the line. An empty metaphor. That you savor by yourself.
The days were awful lately. They ran on and on. Mistakes are never lightly. And colors hardly run. . But now they're all mixed up. And I don't know just what I see.
Let's leave tonight one last time. Before it gets too cold. Just one more round in that tourist town. With another home for sale. . And then one more year becomes one more year.
Every bit has its time. Too many pieces to keep over. With every shape and design that won't fit in. . That's the best of your peers. If you can make it through the summer.