If I were near you would you feel me there? Could you feel me moving softly through the air? Lay me down and still your mind say nothing, nothing Now
So I find myself and what I became Having nowhere else to lay the blame The darker side of me in my discovery The shadow and the frame are indeed the
I spend a lifetime curving out my fate Things I like, things I hate My very nature is to criticize And then cut myself down to size On the cusp of compromise
Then love comes waltzing in And gives my head a spin With the unsuspecting one Whose world turns upside down Shattering the ground other expectations
fraud Oh, the mean, mean mouth of a jealous dog Oh, the mean, mean mouth of a jealous dog I had a friend with a handsome trait When he's done with his dinner he'd
Endlessly blue above me Endlessly blue beneath The buoyancy of beneath Je fais la planche What lies beyond the surface That loses profoundly deep An
Sunday, Sunday The one day I revere Sunday, Sunday Let no one interfere Six days a week, waiting I spend waiting to be spending Sunday, Sunday Let no
Oh, sweet sorrow Let's write the book tomorrow For I caught a glimpse Been obsessed with it ever since My eyes no longer weak amongst the clarity That
blame it on the other guy I blame the stars on the boulevard A perfect body, a perfect smile The perfect lover impeccably in style I used to be, I?d
One says love is tragic, one says miracle One becomes a skeptic, one is vulnerable It?s sad to me how quickly we define What?s wrong with yours is right
Oh sweet sorrow lets write the book tomorrow for I caught a glimpse been obsessed with it ever since My eyes no longer weak amongst the clarity that
She arrives like autumn in a rainstorm The threat of thunder above I'll return from the streets of Melbourne I'll return my love This is world is filled
Endlessly blue above me Endlessly blue beneath The buoyancy of belief Je fais la planche What lies Beyond the surface That loses Tthe profoundly deep
Once I turned the TV on I saw the green grass on the lawn I dont know why it struck me off That life was perfect as a catalog I guess im just a jealous
In love comes waltzing in And gives my head a spin With the answers backing one Whose world turns upside down Shattering the ground Other expectations
Sunday, Sunday The one day, I revere Sunday, Sunday Let no one-interfere Six days a week, waiting I spend waiting-to be spending Sunday, Sunday Let
One says love is tragic One says miracle One becomes a skeptic One is vulnerable It's sad to me how quickly We define What's wrong with yours Is right
