Ev'ry time we say goodbye When you're near There's such an air of spring about it I can hear a lark somewhere Begin to sing about it There's no love song finer But how strange the change From major to minor I die a little

Tangled up in blue Early one mornin' the sun was shinin' I was layin' in bed Wondrin' if she'd changed at all If her hair was still red Her folks they said our lives together Sure was gonna be rough They never did like Mama's homemade dress

You'll always find your way back home You can change your hair and you can change your clothes You can change your mind, that's just the way it goes But you'll always find your way back home You can change your style, you can change your jeans You can

A writer takes his pen To write the words again That all in love is fair But all is fair in love All is fair in love Love's a crazy game Two people vow to stay In love as one they say But all is changed with time

Ev'ry time we say goodbye When you're near There's such an air of spring about it I can hear a lark somewhere Begin to sing about it There's no love song finer But how strange the change From major to minor I die a little

I wanna drink some fucking blood I wanna break some fucking glass I wanna squeeze you till you're inside out I want it all Change your hair Change your clothes I'll rearrange your face for you If you can breathe When I am through

Do not tell me I've changed You're just raising your standards Do not give me away I am the same, I am the same You're walking taller than you should The air is thin around your beautiful head You're saying things with your mouth to me That I don't

Put your hands up in the air Shinin', grindin' on the shine Flip it all the time When we hustlin', Young Money gunnin' Cash Money flippin', shit them every time When we grindin' 'cause we gettin', flippin' the change range And doin' different thangs,

Toss it in the air and put it in the ground I'm gonna lift this house, spin it all around Thought you'll change the weather Start a little storm, make a little rain But I'm gonna do one better Have the sun until you pray I'm a tornado Looking for a soul

Of course, of course, of course I won't cut my beard and I won't change my hair It grows like fancy flowers but it grows nowhere My hair, my hair If I could build my house just like the Trojan horse I'd put a statue of myself upon the shelf Oh, that ever