Architecture In Helsinki, I Might Survive. A minute of loneliness for a lifetime apathy. A finger on the pulse of love, it ain't no remedy. In this commotion, it turns me up today.
Stuck at your front gate. With some pictures I just want to hand ya. (Pictures, pictures, pictures, pictures, pictures). . Almost made the door knock twice.
Is this a fling? It's seven days and you're already vanishing. Is this a fling? It's seven days and you're already vanishing. Is this a fling? It's seven days and you're already vanishing.
To and fro from yours to Cecil Street. You wore the same shirt that you wore last week. Should I shake your hand or kiss your cheek?. Convince you it's not lust, it's chemistry.
With an envelope. We'll enter buildings we might touch. I've got souvenirs but yesterday can't mean too much. Have we missed an opportunity?. . Whispers Chinese leaves a message.
If you're seeking repair for figure eights in the ice in your stare. Seven stories we're climbing tonight. So if you're angry about the fact that it's red.
All the cars down the bottom, windmill chasing. Calling police so, so we're placing, weight on minds. [Incomprehensible] red sports car, Northwest dated.
You count to seven. It's usually till ten. To hell with Sydney girls. You're much better than them. . On my mattress I've been drawing a line. Where I'll shut my eyes.
You count to seven. It's usually till ten. To hell with Sydney girls. You're much better than them. . On my mattress I've been drawing a line. Where I'll shut my eyes.
You count to seven. It's usually till ten. To hell with Sydney girls. You're much better than them. . On my mattress I've been drawing a line. Where I'll shut my eyes.
Found a flaw in the ending of a book that I've read twice. I set her straight, it's not based on your life. . There's tension in this room. We'll have butterflies soon.
Drinking stolen gin from the rich people's bar next door. And awkwardly I'm leaning on the shoulder. Of the cousin who you choose to ignore. And she says won't you calm down.
When I found out that each and every one of you were dead. Wrote a letter to the universe instead. She said, I can put your mind at ease. I've got a planet on the, la-di.