more day we'll spend togetherLet your eyes look up

she goes in front of meTake my life and

Dan torture youTake my hand through the flamesI torture

I out of touch? Am I out of my

for cover, my sense of fear is running thinUnder

your mother like your Sunday dress?Astrology eradicatesSo what, so

for cover, my sense of fear is running thinUnder

oh, ohWhoa, oh, ohWhoa, oh, waking up to

me on a whimIt's not the sun that provides

say you want a revolutionWell, you knowWe all want

it's early morning, the sun comes outLast night was

hush, my dear, it's been a difficult yearAnd terrors

we were young and were so impressedYeah, add that

time to admit our faults to our fathersSons and

out for wake up to the soundFor my

all or nothing, nothing is fleetingIt's sink or swim

back from the dead, from the back of my

dripsI got a little bit on my lipsAnd though

this is what you meant when you said that

yeah, has been in my lifeEverything has to