Everything I love is on the table Everything I love is out to sea I'm not alone I'll never be Into the bone I'll never grieve When they ask what do I see I see a bright white beautiful heaven hangin' over me And if you want, (too seriously)

Be careful who you tell. Whoa! (Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!) Waiting on a bloodline It's water under the bridge 'Cause you gotta look her in the eye, And you gotta love your way of life. 'Cause you got a guilty filthy soul Don't you know it's out of your control?

We should never gave, we should never gave Niggas money go back home, money go back home At first, I did love you But now I just wanna fuck Late night thinkin' of you Until I got my nut Tossed and turned, lesson learned You was my first girlfriend

La la la la la la lala la There might be another star But through my eyes the light of you it's all I see There might be another song So long ago my heart without demanding Informed me that no other love could do But listen did I not though understanding

I never felt so alive (I never felt so alive) Catch me, don't you Catch me, don't you catch me I've fallen in love for the first time She gets him, you get me She hugs him, you kiss me You tell me, you miss me And I believe you, I believe you I never

Here I am standing at your window again Waiting for you to say go away or come in I'm your locked door's worst knocker I'm your curtain's best friend I'm trying hard to love you, you don't make it easy Babe I'm trying hard to love you, I'm looking for an

This is the sound beating of my loves Left alone, left alone, left alone Breathe out sorrow Breathe in sorrow Gonna watch you fake it now Will I freak can I calm down And I take it all at a loss Gonna find them peace in loss Holding by the knees and vow

The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks He's outrageous, he screams and he bawls (Jean Genie) Jean Genie, let yourself go, whoah The Jean Genie lives on his back Poor little Greenie, ooh-ooh A small Jean Genie snuck off to the city Strung out on lasers and

Where have you gone, from me? The one that I loved endlessly. Does it have to be so cold in Ireland? Does it have to be so cold in Ireland, for me? Are they ready for me? Here is a story Of hope and of glory. He's eighteen years old And well I fell in

Save me save me save me I can't face this life alone I'm naked and I'm far from home It started off so well They said we made a perfect pair I clothed myself in your glory and your love How I loved you How I cried The years of care and loyalty