tales from my head   can't buy the book   no one's listening but i guess you could   try whistling this   you say you're tired   liquid as water   but you'll succumb now as i stroke your back   i'm the best that you know      and everytime you think of me   i hope you think of true romance   and every time you want to leave   you give us both another chance      warmest welcome   violent stranger   he said come here as he pushed me down   impossible to do   in high heels walking into walls   ever wonder if you're here at all?   try whistling this      and my words are ringing in you eyes   drawing your attention to all the thing that you ignore   and if i can't be near you i would rather be adrift in space   and if the god deserts us now i'll turn this chapel into flames   and if somone tries to hurt you i would put myself in your place