Everyday in a crowd, in a street, in a loud see the hand, you taking over Like a thing on a brim, like a frozen frame of ... you keep thinking it's over Nothing goes away, nothing fades, nothing ever seems to happend to you I know your friends back home keep making love making love 'Cause if there's nothing easier or better to do You never sing the love songs, no alogies, no serenades, No longer buys, everyone hates, don't ever try You never sing the sad songs, no melodies, no lullabies, Sweet harmonies, no warm belives, don't even try
You want to know like I'm tell, something fell apart in above of your head What kind of girl will quietly carried around, a better burned her like that You should up step a side carry on way to many to many friends on come on People say it's ok it's ok but that's the lie, so what do have they know You never sing the love songs, no alogies, no serenades, No longer buys, everyone hates, don't ever try You never sing the sad songs, no melodies, no lullabies, Sweet harmonies, no warm belives, don't even try