Take a look around the world Don't tell your man what you don't do right Not tell him all the things that make you cry But check yourself for your own shit / shame And don't be making love like it's always You see such bad things happening There are many

Heaven sends A song through its doors Just as if it seems to know I'm exclusively yours Knowing this I feel but one way You will understand too In these words that I say I'll close my eyes To everyone but you

You make it easy to see High ball shooter You sure ripped the low ones off me You´re a high ball shooter Well I´m a rock and roll preacher Not a Sunday school teacher You ain´t no shady lady But I love the way you strut your stuff You´re a snow queen

Is it in you to be honest? Say what it is you’re trying to say, But if you lie to me again. I'll be the one that walks away. Is it in you to be honest? Honest. We don’t communicate can you not say what’s on your mind? And I see it every day you hide the

But I can't remember where or when It seems we stood and talked like this before We looked at each other in the same way then The clothes you're wearing are the clothes you wore The smile you are smiling you were smiling then Some things that happened

But you let me down Don't you let me down today I need your love I feel so blind When I rise and rise 'Cause I feel so high and I need your love It all seems so fine, and on the way See pictures in my brain

They don't wanna see it happen But we say, "Fuck it" One way or another I'mma love you Slidin' under covers, undercover You know they don't wanna see us together But it don't matter, no, 'cause I got you Anytime you're under the weather Babe, we can

Open the window I’ve seen the place where the broken people hide I wanna know love before I die But I’ll never leave you behind I could escape through the window of my mind I could fly away Leave it all behind I could take a train But I would rather fly

Thank you for your smile You make it all worthwhile to us I'm singing this song for you and your mum that's all Little James, we're all the same They always seem to look to us But we weren't meant to be grown ups You live for your toys, even though they

There's a pathway to the ocean, a salty breeze blowing And this old man down the street makes damn good wine It's got stars that shine like diamonds on the black canvas behind 'em And there's a sun out here that seems to always shine And I've never seen