Sangtekster:
Meg Dia

He's got inside my head He's sleeping in my head He's got hold of my hand I am not anymore surprised at your Phone calls at four in the morning, hello

You hold me close, naked, I don't feel a thing Your zipper's all but cherry but I don't feel anything Your mind is stranded down, I'm closing you in my

Stand tall, head and shoulders down They don't make 'em like us anymore You failed to see that I am not your shadow I can be more You said the world

Since when did you start swinging big cigarettes Oh lord you're a child How long has Charlie been sleeping in your bed? Said it wasn't sex, it was love

I've decided I'm done, don't care to move on Not used to losing someone If I lost fate, was no choice I made Except the excuse of no one Your careful

Pray for them I often loose track So I took a drag of my first cigarrette and I found my head Roll down the dumps of twenty seventh street I drew a sketch

She's got Tiger eyes and they float in across the room They stop on you and they don't move away She's got lips like razor blades they shine like moons

A subtle whistle-wind, the dusty old truck. By the trees on the streets. Blow like space mountain ridin. The spanish hold me down back there in at Disneyland

He saw a lonely girl She saw a lonely world It was a canvas, little careless A florescent leader And his was a dying breed And courage came only from