She's my dream girl So I'll wait for her, to come She won't break my heart Because you know, she'll be From Australia She is so, beautiful Everybody knows it's true You never listen to me I know I'm better off alone

Because I used to love her, but it's all over now Tables turn and now her turn to cry Well, baby used to stay out all night long She made me cry, she done me wrong She hurt my eyes open, that's no lie Well, she used to run around with every man in town

You saw what you get if you take what you take Look in the eye of the test, it's all because Now there's a feeling I get when I look to the left I should never resist the searching for a sign Here we are searching for a sign (sign) Can you feel it? Can

You can blame me, you can even be sorry I feel no doubt about me You can feel sad, you can even yell at me You are the one who cheated on me It's too late for me to sleep I can't stop thinking Because of you I have smoked all my cigarettes Looking at the

I'm sorry oh , I'm sorry, I'm sorry, no And I've, been abused, I feel so used, because of you And I've, lost it all, fell today, it's all the same I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I loved you, you made me, hate me You gave me hate, see? It saved me and

Alone because Is threaten me Different that you probably There's a road to love And love cost 'Cause I don't know who really 'Cause I don't know who really That you problem me But it's blue that I'm free to go go

This is the place The smell of air conditioning The fish are belly up You’ve been stuck in a lift Empty all your pockets Because it’s time to come home Sit down, you’re safe now We’ve been trying to reach you, Thom It won’t hurt ever again

Music do music do And then it's reaching Inside you forever preaching Fuck you too Your screams will whisper A lonely life where no one understands you But don't give up because the music do Because the music do Hang on you

Hmm, c'est si bon Lovers say that in France When they thrill to romance It means that it's so good Oh, c'est si bon So I say it to you Like the French people do Because it's oh-so good, ba-ba-doo, doo day Every word, every sigh

I am all eyes I am all ears I am the wall And I'm watching you fall Because faith is mine! There is a scourge in the guise of sanctity A perpetrator with a quill Although it's Not perceived and although it’s not mystery