Talking to the moon In hopes you're on The other side Talking to me too Or am I a fool Who sits alone I know you're somewhere out there Somewhere far away I want you back

I got high hopes Got high hopes Give me help, give me strength Give a soul a night of fearless sleep Give me love, give me peace Don't you know these days you pay for everything Monday morning runs to Sunday night Screaming slow me down before the new

It feels like I only go backwards, lately Every part of me says go ahead I got my hopes up again, oh no, not again Feels like we only go backwards darling And we'll be screamin' out no rules, no rules Feel the energy we go through, I told you Pump my

You showed me my tomorrow Beside a box of matches A welcome threatening stir My hopes of being stolen Might just ring true Depends who you prefer But if it's true you're gonna run away Tell me where I'll meet you there

To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you Well I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for

Had to have high, high hopes for a living Always had high, high hopes Shooting for the stars when I couldn't make a killing Didn't have a dime but I always had a vision Didn't know how but I always had a feeling I was gonna be that one in a million We

Getting any better than this (Rat a tat tat Rat a tat tat tat hey) We're all fighting growing old Rat a tat tat Rat a tat tat tat hey In the hopes Of a few minutes more To get on St. Peter's list

I just wanted to hold Our hopes and expectations Black holes and revelations Hold you in my arms You in my arms The ship is taking me far away Far away from the memories Of the people who care if I live or die

Make a dent in the shovel Run the mud through the sieve Paste your hopes on a wind mill blade And plant it up on the hill. A pencil sharpened with a putty knife A pretty girl as a pretty nun Maybe you wake and think this is great I just want somewhere to

I know it was you He whispers secrets through a thick mustache And she listens to him Flicks her cigarette's ash And smoke hangs velvet curtains And hides her lips And she hopes to hell it's worth all her health risks 'Cause everyone requires a plan I