When spring comes around & the ice runs away,
& the sun hits the top of our heads,
then the dormant desires, explode into life,
& teh body demands to be fed.
Whispering sadness, like a mild form of madness,
or a line from a meaningful song,
Turn your eyes to the lord,
but the churches are empty,
they`re is now no escape from your longing.
Things are gonna start getting good,
...you hear them call,
You captured the unspoken feelings of my heart,
... which gave me a start.
I know I`m nowhere near perfection
...I`m pointing in the wrong direction
All I ever seem to do is sit here playing
around with this stupid guitar!!!
I`ve got a million ants under my skin,
they`re all digging a hole where the rain
- can`t get in.
My world comes out
when the sun disappears
But my blood is turning sour with
- insect fear.
I`ve got a million `Beatles` under my skin,
they`re all digging a hole where the rain
- can`t get at `em.
My blood will come out,
when the earth disappears
& my girl will turn to flour with insect fear.
WHY ARE YOU FOREVER - UNDER THE WEATHER,
YOU`RE AT AN AGE - WHERE YOU SHOULD
BE FEELING GOOD.
BUT WHEN YOU HIDE IN YOUR BED,
& LOOK IN YOUR HEAD,
YOU FIND YOU`VE GONE DEEPER THAN
YOU SHOULD -
IT COULD BE YOUR SHALLOWNESS
IS YOUR STRENGTH -