Here's another sunday morning call, Yer hear yer head-a-banging on the door. Slip your shoes on and then out you crawl, Into a day that couldn't give you more. But what for?
And in your head do you feel, What you're not supposed to feel. You take what you want, But you won't get it for free. You need more time, Cos your thoughts and words won't last forever more. But i'm not sure if it ever works out right .But it's ok. It's alright.
When yer lonely and you want to hear, The little voices in your head at night. You will only sniff away the tears, So you can dance until the morning light. At what price.
And in your head do you feel, What you're not supposed to feel. You take what you want, But you won't get it for free. You need more time, Cos your thoughts and words won't last forever more. But i'm not sure if it ever works out right, But it's ok. It's alright.
And in your head do you feel, What you're not supposed to feel. You take what you want, But you won't get it for free. You need more time, Cos your thoughts and words won't last forever more. And i'm not sure if it'll ever, ever, ever work out right, Will it ever, ever, ever work out right?. Cos it never, never, never works out right.