And all the world is football shaped
It's just for me to kick its face
Slowly learning that life is okay
Say after me
It's no better to be safe than sorry
'Cause there's something that I cannot do without
But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
So take that look out of here
It doesn't fit you
Because it's happened doesn't mean you've been discarded
Pull up your head off the floor
Come up SCREAMING
Cry out for everything you ever might have wanted
I thought that pain and truth
Were things that really mattered
But you can't stay here with
Every single hope you had shattered
I'd like to dream my troubles all away
On a bed of California stars
I don't care what consequence it brings
I have been a fool for lesser things
Sociability is hard enough for me
When you're strange, no one remembers your name
Two dozen other stupid reasons
Why we should suffer for this
Don't bother trying to explain them
Just hold my hand while I come
To a decision on it
Oh, mirror in the sky
What is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail through the changing ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?
I don't know ...
I don't know where I am
But I know I don't like it
The pleasure – what cost
And we scream like alley cats
Tearing down what we attack
To prove that we are one
You're not bigger than this
Why can't you learn?
There she goes...
There she goes again
Don't ya work as hard as ya play?
If your friends don't like it
You can tell 'em from me
To fuck off
But I'm sick of myself when I look at you
Something is beautiful and true
In a world that's ugly and a lie
It's hard to even want to try
You can have it all
But how much do you want it?
We walk along, we could be famous
We walk along, we could be dreamers
When I was young I knew everything
Any day now it will come
I just can't find the time
To write my mind
The way I want it to read
'Cause if it's not like I told ya
Then it's still your call
You should live how you want
Stay with me
We should stay apart
Just shouldn't ever have to be this hard
Some of your friends think it's really unsound
That you're even seen talking to me
You're in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance...
*****Posted by Highwaygirl on July 6, 2004 12:29 PM to the category Day In the Life