Does it diminish your Super-capacity to love Walk like a matador, Don't be chicken-shit And turn breezes into rivulets Flamenco-sweep the air And weave the sun And stamp your feet for everyone Does it exhibit your

Try her philosophy Try her philosophy, try You die for her philosophy Die for her philosophy Die, like a motherfucker Everyone cried Die her philosophy die Ravages of architecture Lie naked on the floor

I just wanna be in Come on over and mend my heart I didn't want to be here I didn't want to be here without you Want to be here Be in the light, light that surrounds you Every one of us got wanderlust You get me high, love But everyone of us, every one

This could be heaven This could be heaven This could be heaven for everyone Could be heaven for everyone For everyone In these days of cool reflection (reflection) You come to me and everything seems alright In these days of cold affections You sit by me

Don't, give a damn Fight, while you can Kill, shoot em up They'll run amuck Shout, Judas Loud, they'll hear us Soldier, sailor They'll run for cover when they discover Everyone's a nervous wreck now

This is a different kind of love song Different kind of love song-oh,oh Dedicated to everyone What if the world was crazy and I was sane Would it be so strange I can't believe that I am alone in saying The things I'm saying I am a part of you These are

Bitch, I've been blowin' up (bitch I've been blowin' up) Everyone showin' up, where was you in the beginnin'? I know that they're showin' up (know that they're showin' up) Only come around and fuck with me when the boy winnin' You do not know a thing

I couldn't love you more boy Couldn't love you more Oh right now baby I couldn't love you more If time was running out If everyone in the world Stay exactly how your are Take me by the hand come on Be my darling be the one

All in all is all we are What else should I be All apologies In the sun I feel as one What else could I say Everyone is gay What else could I write

Hard, when you're here all alone And everyone else's gone home Harder to know right from wrong When all objectivity's gone And it's gone But you still Hard, not to sit on your hands