This is a story about a lonely, lonely man He lived in a lonely house, on a lonely street In a lonely part of the world But, of course, he had the internet The internet, as you know was his friend You could say his best friend They would play with each

In a restless world like this is Love is ended before it's begun And too many moonlight kisses Seem to cool in the warmth of the sun When I give my heart It will be completely Or I'll never give And the moment I can feel that

Their mouths salivate Fantasizing my gruesome ending This world looks down upon A man who can stand on his own two feet Life feels like hell should This hell's so cold Pull another knife out Stick it with the rest of them When my back is full

Have I told you I love you lately? High Valley have I told You I Love You Lately So many things Running through my head All too often They go unsaid Sometimes it seems this crazy world Is taking its toll on you and me, girl

He'd love to spend the night in Zion He's been a long while in Babylon He'd like a lover's wings to fly on To a tropic isle of Avalon His world is under observation We monitor his station Under faces and the places Where he traces points of view He picks

You're my man of war And the worms will come for you Drift all you like From ocean to ocean Search the whole world But drunken confessions And hijacked affairs Will just make you more alone

So fly on your own Worlds apart we were the same Maybe I’m crazy, maybe I’m weak Maybe I’m blinded by what I see You wanted a soldier but it wasn't me 'Cause I could never set you free It’s time I let you go, go Walls are built to keep us safe

Oh, what a feeling When we're dancing on the ceiling Man what in the world is happening down At the end of the hall? I don't have a clue? Let's check this thing out! What is happening here Something's going on that's not quite clear Somebody turn on the

I’m coming out of the dark clouds The word is as the world is Supposedly it was a wise wise man Who said it’s better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all, never to have loved. How many times does the truth that you take to be true Is

Shall I tell you about my life They say I'm a man of the world I've flown across every tide And I've seen lots of pretty girls I guess I've got everything I need I would't ask for more And there's no one I'd rather be But I just wish that I'd never been