Went to see the world, met some pretty people Now I know what I'm not looking for They say it's close to home, that is where you'll meet them What I found
I, I'm thinking it's a sign That the freckles in our eyes Are mirror images, and when we kiss They're perfectly aligned I have to speculate That God
Smeared black ink, your palms are sweaty And I'm barely listening to last demands I'm staring at the asphalt wondering What's buried underneath Where
I'll write you a song and it won't be hard to sing It will be a natural anthem, familiar it may seem It will rally all the workers on strike for better
I was waiting for a cross-town train In the London underground when it struck me That I've been waiting since birth to find a love That would look and
This place is a prison And these people aren't your friends Inhaling thrills through 20 dollar bills And the tumblers are drained and then flooded again
I take a breath and pull the air in 'Til there's nothing left I'm feeling green like Teenage lovers between the sheets Ba, ba ba ba, ba, ba ba ba Ba,
I'll be the grapes fermented, bottled and Served with the table set in my finest suit like a perfect gentleman I'll be the fire escape that's bolted to
I've got a cupboard with cans of food Filtered water and pictures of you And I'm not coming out until this is all over And I'm looking through the glass
Will someone please call a surgeon Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart That you're deserting for better company I can't accept that it
Last week I had the strangest dream Where everything was exactly how it seemed Where there was never any mystery on who shot John F. Kennedy It was just
Either way, you're gonna know 'Cause what I'm feeling, it's gonna show Friends may say you're out of my league But I won't be discouraged 'cause they
Everywhere, everyday All we hear is All we hear is wait It's not your time Just get back in line And they can try to knock us down We've got our feet
Give up, give up Give up your love to me Give up, give up Give up your love to me You better listen well When I tell you to be on the look out You can
B E F# G#m F# No, you don't know B E F# G#m F# it makes no sense B E F# G#m F# and there goes B E
You know it's time You know it's time You know it's time You know it's time Nothing's ever easy It's always such a fight Hands are locked and ready A
I got no cash, got no girl, but I got the world in the palm of my hand and I don't care if you care or if you understand because i'm a little kid and
Stop, okay, you can press You can push but it will always be the same And I've been waiting so long Anyway, how does it feel to be free again? I wanna