As you close your mouth,
goodbye, goodbye, goodbye to the sound.
You can't figure out
how every photograph develops upside down.
And every February, April just hides out. But if those cry so loud,
define, describe, what I'm all about.
Disa-ppearing now.
And every February, April just hides out.
You can fool the very nature of this town. Both:
Act one.
Wait until you hit the wall,
never gonna hear it call
again no more.
How come, you never get to sleep at all?
(never get to sleep at all)
Never get to sleep at all (never get to sleep at all)
again, how come? Both:
And every February, April just hides out.
You can fool the very nature of this town.
Like a featherweight don't flail (?), it won't fall down.
(fall down, it won't fall down)
Ever faithful as a name is to its sound.