: There's a boy with his head Pressed up to the window Of a bus heading out of town In his breath on the glass He draws with his finger A map of the
: Well he used to be somebody And now he's someone else Took apart his old life Left it on the shelf Sick of being someone He did not admire Took up
: But that's just me, before we met But that's just me, before we met Well I've always had a wild imagination And a see through heart Which I know can
: She looks out her window And the stars don't feel that far away She watches the wind blow Blowing all her problems away But then she'll ask, as she
: Oh well the world never seemed bigger Than the summer of '98 Living out in the suburbs Planning my escape I grew my hair to my shoulders Formed a band
: Well it's four in the morning, things are getting heavy, and we both know that it's over, but we both are not ready and you're talking like a stranger
: Well, I have nothing I have no one I've been so quickly set free and I love nothing I love no one Are words that you whisper in my mind, to someone
: It's the first day of spring And my life is starting over again The trees grow, the river flows And its water will wash away my sins For I do believe
: (Choir) If you gotta run, run from hope I know I'll never be lonely I've got songs in my blood I'm carrying all the love of an orchestra gimme the
: (Instrumental)
: Last night I slept with a stranger For the first time, since you've gone Regretfully lying naked, I reflect on what I've done Her leg still forced
: We'll sing love songs about heartbreak and grief Sing it's not just music but the pains not brief We sing, how your love is like a knife to the back
: You can give up anything when you're following your heart I never had the time to show I could depart with my whole being, go back to the start Oh
: I will only, let you down. I will only, let you down. But my door, is always open. Yeah my door, is always open. Well i don't think, that i ever loved
: Last night, I had a dream We were inseparably entwined Like a piece of rope made out of two pieces of vine Held together, holding each other With no
: When the babies born Oh, let's turn it to the snow So that ice will surely grow Over weak and brittle bones Oh, let's leave it to the wolves Oh, their
: There's a pleasure We must all feel And it's a pleasure I know Of losing your heart And then letting love grow What can I say Any simpler That now
: Lisa likes brandy and the way it hits her lips She's a rock 'n' roll survivor with pendulum hips She's got deep brown eyes That've seen it all Working
