When the sun goes down You’re gonna need a flashlight You’re gonna need a candle I think I can manage that When you leave town I’m gonna buy you a calling card ‘Cause I’m falling hard for you I go back on Labor Day And I will try to make my way

I fell apart, but got back up again, No warning sign, no alibi Were fading faster than the speed of light. Took our chance, crashed and burned. No, we'll never ever learn. And then I fell apart, but got back up again, yeah. We both could see crystal

So let's go back to our cocoon On the blackened afternoon I see your heart is bleeding too Eh-ah, eh-ah, oh Let me bleed instead of you Let me bleed instead of you, let me bleed, let me bleed Eh-ah, eh-ah, eh-ah, eh-oh Eh-ah, eh-ah, let me bleed, let me

I recall when I used to come home never had a dime But Lord I always had a good time And I recall drinkin' wine with one of my friends Lord, I can't go back again Am I losin' my own way back home Am I losin' a good friend that I've known Am I losin'

(Go back, go go back) Tell me would you even, would you still believe in me? Every night is keeping me awake I keep thinking about all the things that I would change Tell me would you even, would you still believe in me If we could turn back If we could

Dead memories in my heart I can't go back again And we won't be born again But I'll never survive With dead memories in my heart Sitting in the dark, I can't forget Even now, I realize the time I'll never get Another story of the bitter pills of fate But

Looking for fun Midnight to six man For the first time from Jamaica Dillinger and Leroy Smart Delroy Wilson, your cool operator Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae With backing bands sound systems And if they've got anything to say

'Cause every tear that flows falls into the ocean And rises to the sky And then the rain will come Right before the sun shines It's your turn to cry baby cry (Don't cry no more) Going back to the memories Reminiscing bout you and me Thinking how it used

Go ‘head on, Tulane. Tulane and Johnny opened a novelty shop, Back under the counter, was the cream of the crop, Ev’rything was clickin, and the business was good, ‘Till one day, lo and behold an officer stood. Johnny jumped the counter

There's no afterlife you don't come back from death So when you leave this earth, when your heart stops you'll see There's no choir of angels there's no gods to meet But let me tell you my friends that when it ends it just ends I know you feel like