1: Chris angel sent from up aboveYou know you

night, another fightTears, we cried a floodGot all kinds

night watching T.VUsed to be you here beside meUsed

because I'm losingDoesn't mean I'm lostDoesn't mean I'll stopDoesn't

was a long and dark DecemberFrom the rooftops, I

me, I'm floating out to seaAn opportunity that went

cardboard head I seeHas found its way to meIt's

an ode, ode to deodorantIt's my thing, ah, it's

They're calling youSome kind of ghostBut I know that's not trueCause

So I was an idiotI was a goddamn idiotBecause I came

.......To Fix You - Frank SchoeneWhen you try your best, but

Nobody said it was easy.No one ever said it would be

and nightI toss and turn, I keep stressing my

I counted up my demonsSaw there was one for

Chris somebody, let somebody 1: Chris had

It’s such a thrillTo play in BrazilWhere the peopleGo totally locoWe

1: Chris been reading books of oldThe legends and

bells are ringing upon that hillAnd I don't wanna

When I was a young boyI tried to listenAnd I want

got this feeling and just what it is, God