Here’s another sunday morning call. Yer hear yer head- a-banging on the door. .Slip your shoes on and then out you crawl. Into a day that couldn’t give you more. But what for?.. .And in your head Do you feel. What you’re not. supposed to feel. And You take. What you want. But you won’t. get it for free. You need. More time. Cos your thoughts and words won’t last for-e-ver more. But I’m not sure If it e-ver works out right. But it’s o-k… .It’s all right… .When yer lonely and you start to hear. The little voices in your head at night. You will only sniff away the tears. So you can dance until the morning light. At what price?.. .And in your head. Do you feel. What you’re not supposed to feel. And You take. What you want. But you won’t get it for free. You need. More time. Cos your thoughts and words won’t last for-e-ver more. But I’m not sure If it e-ver works out right. But it’s ok… .It’s all right
.And in your head. Do you feel. What you’re not supposed to feel. And You take. What you want. But you won’t get it for free. You need. More time. Cos your thoughts and words won’t last for-e-ver more. But I’m not sure. If it e-ver e-ver e-ver works out right. .If it e-ver e-ver e-ver works out right.. If it e-ver e-ver e-ver works out right.
