Come down from the ceiling. Oh, these pills were made for feeling. Oh, so divine. . I've got a lump in my throat. Oh, so I'll keep hold of hope. Oh yeah.
The clothesline of cold eyes. Is washing away the face before. Now tell me what's wrong you see everyone's gone. You gotta do your best to decorate this dying day, this dying day.
How come, girl was there when I needed one. How come, girl was there when the song is done. Some say, open your eyes to a brighter light. Okay, open my hart and never lie.
I've got to buy some shoes. These ones are getting loose. My feet are shrinking in the sun and it ain't fun. But it looks like rain up ahead in forty miles.
No time frame, for what I need to do today. Here at the Yellow House. I think that I'm gonna play. With some free livin' lads down the street. Away's away.
No time frame, for what I need to do today. Here at the Yellow House. I think that I'm gonna play. With some free livin' lads down the street. Away's away.