For the victims of a longing The grave of our youth is up ahead And life has become a burden We move in circles of suppressed despair Waiting for the sun And turning stones to find evidence But it hides in the recesses of our hearts A written decree of

I just need a little mercy, mercy on me I drank your holy water, your liberty, your make-believe I could use a little mercy, oh mercy on me I sing your lullabies, your melodies like a symphony I keep burning You keep turning me down Followed your name,

Open your mouth wide A universal sigh And while the ocean blooms It's what keeps me alive So why does this still hurt? Don't blow your mind with why I'm moving out of orbit (Turning in somersaults) Turning in somersaults

It ain't my fault It ain't my fault you keep turning me on Oh my God, what is this Want you all in my business No I-I-I-I, can't be responsible If I-I-I-I, get you in trouble now See you're-'re-'re-'re, too irresistible Yeah, that's for sure So if I put

I can’t deny, I’d die without this Make me feel like a god I’m addicted to this I must confess Shove your kiss straight through my chest Music, love and sex (Adrenalize me) I crave excess Turning wine into sweat dripping down my neck

I don't wanna be eighty-five, singing "Whoa, no, I think I missed it, I was chasing money" Caught it so easy like the common cold, ooh, ooh Tossing and tossing and turning around Trying and trying to sweat it all out Kicking the habit that's pulling me

Every time that you get undressed I hear symphonies in my head Is it weird that I hear And the trumpets they go Yeah the trumpets they go Da da, da ra ra da, da, da Da, ra, ra, ra, da, da Trumpets when you’re turning me on? Turning me on

I would always open up the door Always looking up at higher floors Want to see it all give me more (rise, rise up) I was always up for the making changes Walking down the street and meeting strangers Flipping through my life turning pages (rise, rise up)

World turning Everybody's got me down I gotta get my feet back on the ground Maybe I'm wrong but who's to say what's right I need somebody to help me through the night Everybody's trying to say I'm wrong I just wanna be back where I belong Turnin',

Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones An ice cold beer sittin' in the console Memory lane up in the headlights Has got me reminiscing on the good times I'm turning off the real life, driving, that's right Smoke rollin' out the window Yeah I'm chilling