And in time we all move on, oh Allah So sad the way we hold our heads in hands Regrets are all excuses to be bad These days it's all or nothing now
Take one good look and mean it Cold hearts feel good deceiving It's always fine to hold onto your sorrow There's always time to make it up tomorrow
The world is always some kind of daydream Another message that they just don't see I won't forget the day you said The simple things they are the best
I'm blue and bruised From the blackened truth I felt my heart stop And when I'm dead There's nothing left to prove I want to breath so that I can see
apart and glued our hearts together It was so fun The way you laughed at me 'cos everything I said It always came out wrong And we fell asleep 'cus there's nothing
One's hiding up in the bedroom Another out in the yard I wait for an ending So I could make a start And if it comes together I'll only tear it apart
street In their world so happily My cousin Rick he still believes There's a world he's yet to see Carry on or fade away Eventually there comes a day We all
God bless her lonely soul She said you'll never ever see You never let go Well these days are changing And everyone knows Everyone knows what you got
Start the fires Let the world know they're invited I will fight it And I will never be defeated If you see Kalifornia You will know it's been waiting
I sold my soul so I could try I'm standing at the picket line And anyone who wants the fun now is the time I'm calling out to you from the basement I
You're the matador and I'm the bull You're the brass key hole I fit into You're the wind and I am the weather vane You're the strawberry blond and I'm
Make the great escape And find a way to make ends meet Enemies, well I don't think they ever sleep Make our way until we see the light Another day, another
earth I twist your skin and I bruise you badly I scream and shout, I'm lost for words I don't know I took your heart for what it's worth You said there's nothing
in time we all move on Oh Allah! So sad The way we hold our heads in hands Regrets Are old excuses to be bad These are days it's all or nothing now
Take one good look and mean it Cold hearts feel good deceiving It's always fine to hold on to Your sorrow There's always time to make it up Tomorrow
And in time we all move on Oh Allah! So sad The way we hold our heads in hands Regrets Are old excuses to be bad These are days it's all or nothing now
