well every time they took me to the rise of your bed
you know i try to do it at the top of your head but
all my little words that came down like the smiles
trick them to the morphine
try to make them cry but
i don't expect to suggest that we're through
you know i can live without you if you do
but tell me that the temperature's rising in your head
tell me the blood is not to be mislead
all these little boys coming through the cracks
trying to pick up with ease, falling from the stars
i can see the broken fences lying down on the yard
green like the mom that said 'i never was retired'
i know, i know, i know it's true
all the things you thought about what you could do
when the clouds separate in comes the sun
heard it through a song that a girl once sung
she's the reason why i'm trying to make it all right
trying to drive through the cold wishing tonight
all my life was sad i've got the moon in my hands
try to be a stereotype with a plan but
mom is the god and my god is love
that's why i do it all the things to be above (?)
don't you expect to make a phone call tonight
treat me like a motherfucker who is right
ooh and i know we're gonna need a lucky one
everytime the future comes into my past
i know you should sleep about things that won't last
i have got a cause and never (?)
took a tatoo and try to make a new friend but
you can see the ivy coming up in the glass
everyone speaks about something that passed but
i don't which side that i can believe in
take me to your bed and show me some treason
i can pay the phone bills you will hold
try to fill you in where there is no one alone
you're the one i got that tried to make a friend
this is what i hear:
well every time they took me to the rise of your bed you know i try to do it at the top of your head but all my little words that came down like the smiles trick them to the morphine try to make them cry but i don't expect to suggest that we're through you know i can live without you if you do but tell me that the temperature's rising in your head tell me the blood is not to be mislead
all these little boys coming through the cracks trying to pick up with ease, falling from the stars i can see the broken fences lying down on the yard green like the mom that said 'i never was retired'
i know, i know, i know it's true all the things you thought about what you could do when the clouds separate in comes the sun heard it through a song that a girl once sung she's the reason why i'm trying to make it all right trying to drive through the cold wishing tonight all my life was sad i've got the moon in my hands try to be a stereotype with a plan but
mom is the god and my god is love that's why i do it all the things to be above (?) don't you expect to make a phone call tonight treat me like a motherfucker who is right
ooh and i know we're gonna need a lucky one
everytime the future comes into my past i know you should sleep about things that won't last i have got a cause and never (?) took a tatoo and try to make a new friend but you can see the ivy coming up in the glass everyone speaks about something that passed but i don't which side that i can believe in take me to your bed and show me some treason
i can pay the phone bills you will hold try to fill you in where there is no one alone you're the one i got that tried to make a friend
i'll do the rest later g2g