I hit the ground and I'm still running but I need a place to stay tonight, I swear I'll I'll be gone in the morning I just need somewhere warm to close my eyes Can you you hear the desperate cries that are calling out out your name? Twisting your arms, holding out out

I'm calling checkmate on you, baby Oh I'm calling checkmate, checkmate You You are gonna lose 'cause you you chose to make the moves you you made Checkmate, checkmate Girl you you will always lose when you you choose to make the moves you you make I ran out out of options (I ran

Hey, hey, hey, hey Don't say you you will You You will, you will I pray you you will Why would she make calls out out the blue Now I'm awake sleep isn't new Unless you you will Then play you you will i pray you you will

It's okay to cry, just rain on me, yeah (Just rain on me) I'm sorry I didn't answer I didn't answer 'cause I was busy, what else That's why I didn't answer How about I just call call you next time? Why is it that when I don't answer You You think I'm with

Fold it, fold it, fold it, fold it For a minute though I couldn’t tell how to fall out out It’s twenty seconds till the last call call You’re going hey hey hey hey hey hey Lie down you you know it’s easy Like we did it over summer long And I’ll be anything you you ask

I called time out out it was too late My coach never gave me a chance he’s always blowing his whistle at me Put me in your game and I promise not to shoot a three I’ll stick with twos I don’t wanna make a steal unless you you make a pass I’ll never personal foul

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see

I'm the one they call call the seventh son I'm the one, yes, I'm the one I'm the one, I'm the one, Well now everybody cryin' 'bout the seventh son But in the whole round world there is only one, and Well I can tell your future before it comes to pass And I

When will you you call? Now we're through Call Call me! Call me! Call! I can't sleep, and I can't eat And I won't until I hear your voice Gotta start a new life without you you Call me lady, call me when you you get a chance Three in the morn, tossing and turning

I've got to go where you you are Chloe! Chloe! Someone's calling, no reply Nightshade's falling, hear him sigh Empty spaces in his eyes Empty arms outstretched, he's crying Through the black of night If it's dark or bright I'll I'll go through the dismal swampland