Side stepped land mines and working class attitudes
This is a love song...deal with it
(i beat my fists against my chest if only to stop it beating for you, this new season brings with it signs of hope you cant leave me here waist high, wading alone......)
Things
(i know there is some place i can go)
I dont understand are always more interesting.
like zero and an eraserhead
(where no one knows my name)
i still remember the sound of your voice,
do you think i would call just to hear her breathing, (just to hear you breathing)
but some times its about feeling good like john kusac and pop punk