I got, I got - I gotta get out of this place...
Blank space, I fill it up slowly
Although I always dream high, I wake up lowly
Never have I once had a genuine feeling, lying with my mouth open staring at the ceiling
They say night-time thoughts are revealing, but I keep them to myself - these foolish things
These foolish things. They overfly
One about a poorman - we remember
He became a millionaire
Starts with a row-boat but it don't float so he bought Queen Mary
Throwing up the fruits of a life of failure, I choke on the smoke of the drowning sailor
Drunk as a lord as I watch him sink, choking on vanity, pride, and his own insanity
Glory slipping through his fingers he pours another gla** and softly sings...
These foolish things are sent to try us. On feathered wings they slowly overfly us
Despite the slings we're putting out fires with gasoline - these foolish things
One who thought a lot about love and all the things he could do to make himself more lovable;
Just the right blend of serious and frivolous, confident and stylish taking care of business
Through the years of this process he never discovers that love is what you give to others - these foolish things
These foolish things. They overfly