Sarah smiles like Sarah doesn't care, Are you saving me? You fooled me once with your eyes, now, honey, You fooled me twice with your lies, and I say, She lives in her world, so unaware. Does she know that my destiny lies with her?

All rise, Eyes bow, Time feels like a midnight ride, Finality waits outside, Weeping in perplexity's arms, The unsettled mind is at times an ally, Leaving the senses to fend for them selves, Caressing our smiles inside, The National debt is at times an

Feelings like this can't be wrong And too much of a good thing is a good thing And we've got a good thing going on Smiles in the morning as warm as sunshine Kisses when I lay down at night And two loving arms to console me I should be scared it's so

Can you feel me? Would you touch me? Can you help me? Hey you, out there in the cold Getting lonely, getting old Hey you, standing in the aisles With itchy feet and fading smiles Hey you, don't help them to bury the light Don't give in without a fight

All Through The Day, I dream about the night, Down smiles the moon, The kiss, I dreamed of, Here with you. I wish away the time, Until the time, When I'm here with you. Down falls the sun,

So bury me in memory His smile's your rope So wrap it tight around your throat Stop burning bridges, and drive off of them So I can forget about you Light that smoke, that one for giving up on me And one just 'cause they'll kill you sooner than my

Well she's walking through the clouds With a circus mind that's running 'round. Butterflies and zebras, fairy tales, That's all she ever thinks about. When I'm sad she comes to me With a thousand smiles she gives to me free. Said, "It's all right, take

Well she's walking through the clouds With a circus mind that's running 'round. Butterflies and zebras, fairy tales, That's all she ever thinks about. When I'm sad she comes to me With a thousand smiles she gives to me free. Said, "It's all right, take

We don't fight fair Don't pretend you ever forgot about me With smiles on our faces We're dropped and well concealed In secret places (We don't fight fair) We do it in the dark Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee? Style your wake for fashion

The world is on the brink The brink of our extinction The end of an era The end of a genre Do the joy, do, do, do Do the shouts, do, do, do Do the cries, do, do, do Do the smiles, do, do, do Building a sepulture and fading to the ground