I want to tell you 'bout my good thing I ain't disclosing no names but He sure is a good friend and I ain't gonna tell you where he comes from, no If I tell you you won't come again, hey I ain't gonna tell you nothin' but I do will, but I know, yeah Now

Can we start again Go back in time to where we started Do you remember what we used to have As if all our dreams were possible All that is destined was you and I But distance has torn us apart Forgive me for everything I've done wrong Lead me back to

Tell me I will be released Not sure I can deal with this Up all night again this week You cry a little, so do I, so do I Breaking things that I should keep I know that you're hiding I know there's a part of you that I just cannot reach You don't have to

I saw the news this morning And saw your face across the screen And as I poured my coffee, I picked up a magazine But as I turned the page And looked inside There you were again (there you were) Oh these lonely times

'Neath the neon cross and a string of Christmas lights It's good to be back again, oh, me and my old friends Jesus and Elvis, painted on velvet Hanging at the bar here every night Lola built this joint in sixty-seven And her boy went out to fight on

I was the one who left you Now I am up in arms again Always coming back I cannot forget you, girl The rain is here, and you, my dear, are still my friend Always coming back I cannot forget you, girl It's true two of us are back as one again It's true,

I feel the reason, as it's leaving me No, not again It's quite deceiving, as I'm feeling The flesh make me bad I am watching the rise And fall of my salvation There's so much shit around me Such a lack of compassion I thought it would be fun and games

Once again I'd much rather be me I love to look Out at the sea From the swing park here At Roome Bay Beach Today John Taylor Starts his month away On a boat, one ten miles east Of Aberdeen

This pain is elevating, as the hurt turns into hating Anticipating all the fucked up feelings again This shit's gone way too far All this time I've been waiting For what's inside awaking I'm not, I'm not a whore You've taken everything and Oh I cannot

If Pirus and Crips all got along They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song Seem like the whole city go against me Every time I'm in the street I hear Where you from, nigga?" "Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?" "Where your grandma