(Never goes away) I've let myself become you Giving up a part of me You'll always be right here You've become a part of me You'll always be my fear I can't separate myself from what I've done Took what I hated and made it a part of me Give me my space

Oh sing your favorite song Left to tears Dreams it goes and then on And as it broke there was one And so the story goes on'n'on Come women if your life beats Those we buried with the house keys Smoke and feather where the fields are Green from here to

Make someone happy, Make just one someone happy. Make just one heart the heart you sing to. One smile that cheers you, One face that lights when it nears you. One gal you're everything to. Fame, if you win it, Comes and goes in a minute. Where's the real

It comes and goes in waves The freedom, of falling A feeling I thought was set in stone It slips through, my fingers I'm trying hard to let go And carries us away It always does, it always does We watch as our young hearts fade Into the flood, into the

Life is dull, it's nothing but one big lull, then presto you do a skull And find that you're reeling, she sighs and you're feeling like a toy on a string And your heart goes: "Ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding" How could that funny

There's no need to hide All the innocence lost at one time We're safe tonight The selfish, they're all standing in line Faithing and hoping to buy themselves time Me, I figure as each breath goes by I only own my mind North is to south what the clock is

And so it goes, and so it goes And you can have this heart to break And you're the only one who knows In every heart there is a room A sanctuary safe and strong To heal the wounds from lovers past Until a new one comes along I spoke to you in cautious

And it was all alright It goes when your gone Now it's all all wrong There's no good reason why I lay my heart on these tracks When your train comes along That's just a-how Then you cut me down

And right out the other, It goes In One Ear, People talkin' shit but you know we'll never bother, They say that we ain't got the style, We ain't got the class, We ain't got the tunes that's goin to put us on the map And I'm a phony in disguise, Trying to

Time is running out, yeah, it's almost gone Timebomb, the game goes on Time is running out (Can you hear it?) (Can't stop) Yeah, it's almost gone