You said something will change
We were all dressed up
Somewhere to
Call it a day
When night becomes our mad escape
Forgetting the
Call it a day
When night becomes our mad escape
Forgetting the
Jimmy Brown, made of stone
Charlie Clown, no way home
Bring on
I've got a handful of this, what do I do
I've got a handful of this, what do I do
She floats like a swan
Grace on the water
Lips like sugar
Lips
talk to you about evolution
all you want to do
Good God, you said is that the only thing you
I want it now, I want it now
Not the
All at sea again
And now my hurricanes have brought
People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when
If I said I'd lost my way
Would you sympathise, could
Stab a sorry heart
With your favourite finger
Paint the whole world
I'm on the chopping block
Chopping off my stopping thought
Self doubt
Cut it up, cut it up
Who's on the seventh floor
A sense of duty
was my one intention
and an ugly
Under blue moon I saw you
So soon you'll take me
Up
I'll practice my fall, for practice makes perfect
Chained to the