"I won't say too much to you
The dream we've had is not coming true
Our luck is running out of time
And every word is a bullet now..."
"Feel it, I want to get out.
Cant you see it, that I won't survive.
With the Sundays in my pocket and a little bit of honey I'll get by.
With the Sundays in my pocket and a little bit of honey I'll get by...."
"Wake up in the morning
Next to me Theres a cute face Ive never seen Oh,
Im aware that in a way It must be the gift of yesterday
Feel the body burn Ill set you free..."