Words
The writing`s on the wall
But it`s Greek to me
I heard
Some [k`] singing
But it don`t speak to me
Not this sweet to me
My ears are always, burning
`Cause I think I`m the one
But if you`re concern
You can stop me from
Chasing the sun
I saw,
Saw your light [burrows]
And they brought down the house
We`re on another caper
Bad motel wallpaper
And I screwed them all
Yeah, that`s all she would
My ears are always, burning
`Cause I think I`m the one
But if you`re concern
You can stop me from
Chasing the sun
Stars are all lined up
For the [sloping, of the slow death]
And the fingernail clippers with the moon
In the autumn sky
Still wondering why
I`m here
It`s hit or miss
Then again, piss
It`s the death march
And though, the things that don`t kill us
Will make us last
It still kicks our ass
My ears are always, burning
`Cause I think I`m the one
But if you`re concern
You can stop me from
Chasing the sun, the sun