Me lack space in the spirit  The weakday is five stories high  And the deafening different distance  Between the brown bread breakdown and you  Is a delicate delight    Crush cast  Just imagine your impossible impressions  Merchant mercy: message  From morning to night  Hey Miss Brown  Object to the oak  You ought to turn the page  Take a peculiar pen and write  Your own instant  If some body talks to you  Apply for proves  Now  Don't the satisfied with a lack  Everytime you say goodbye  You die a little  Don't take root  Don't retire  Paint the painful page  Otherwise you only ought to track the outline review    Put on your socks  Before you put on your shoes  Watch out  Mad dog is running loose  You've got two ears  You've got ten fingers  But it's never you  It must be the others  Sleeping tight  Thinking of the past  I wonder how long  Is this gonna last