'Til we ain't strangers anymore It would be so easy We're not strangers anymore It might be hard to be lovers But it's harder to be friends Baby pull down the covers It's time you let me in Maybe light a couple candles I'll just go ahead and lock the door

I surrender, dear. We've played the game of stay away But it cost more that I can pay. Without you I can't make my way, I may seem proud, I may act gay, It's just a pose, I'm not that way, 'Cause deep down in my heart I say Little mean things we were

Wait a minute You rip me up with every last goodbye I don't wanna say forever It's just another now or never So heart don't let me trust these butterflies I don't trust these butterflies 'Cause they fool me every time I'm over being under your spell It

It's the same old story, same old song and dance, my friend You could look, but you ain't gonna find it around It's the same old story, same old story Get yourself cooler, lay yourself low Coincidental murder, with nothing to show When the judge's

I may not know a lot of things but I feel it in my chest Can you just stay through the night? Somewhere where good love conquers and not divide Know I won't let the blue flame die We can't lose hope just yet 'Cause it's once, just once in a lifetime And

Soothing repeat I look down at my feet It's a hypnotist's arm And it works like a charm But I won't be deprived Real worlds, surreal life There is time Go to sleep You'll be fine

All I've got, all I've got is insane I push my fingers into my eyes It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache But it's made of all the things I have to take Jesus, it never ends, it works it's way inside If the pain goes on, I'm not gonna make it!

So go I know you would not stay It wasn't true, but anyway It's going to take a little time While you're waiting like a factory line I'll fly across the park Backseat on the 79 Wasted days you've come to pass Pollination yellow cab You walk up the stairs

Think about the place where you first met me No, nothing good starts in a getaway car We were flyin’, but we'd never get far Don't pretend it's such a mystery We're ridin' in a getaway car There were sirens in the beat of your heart Should've known I'd

Weekends here, good God almighty, Yeah, yeah, yeah... But we just punched out and its paycheck Friday, Yeah the big boss man, he likes to crack that whip I ain't nothing but a number on his time card slip, I give him forty hours and a piece of my soul,