Where do I go what do I need? Is it ecstasy or is it fear? Am I on my own am I even close? 'Cause I'm craving, still craving something I can feel Walking through the traffic on a Monday In the town I grew up Shelter from the rain in every doorway It's

Ooh ooh ooh ooh (get out, get out) Don't let the nights slip through your hands The world is wide from where you stand And I hear your voice as it echoes 'round my head Always that same thing that you said So get out, get out while you still can ooh ooh

So close your eyes on Hushabye Mountain, Wave goodbye to cares of the day, And watch your boat from Hushabye Mountain Sail far away from Lullaby Bay. A gentle breeze from Hushabye Mountain Softly blows over Lullaby Bay, It fills the sails of boats that

And I'll be me Why don't you be you Just let it be So come on, let it go Everything that's broke Leave it to the breeze From walking home and talking loads Seeing shirts in evening clothes with you From nervous touch and getting drunk

And I'll be me Why don't you be you Just let it be So come on, let it go Everything that's broke Leave it to the breeze From walking home and talking loads Seeing shirts in evening clothes with you From nervous touch and getting drunk

Then we slide into the arms of someone else Yeah, we slide into the arms of someone else In disguise, we get a little better at controlling ourselves around midnight Nobody wants to, nobody wants to From the hot strobe lights and the spiked punch bliss

Once again I'd much rather be me I love to look Out at the sea From the swing park here At Roome Bay Beach Today John Taylor Starts his month away On a boat, one ten miles east Of Aberdeen

Good fortune comes our way And we ride down Kings Highway, yeah yeah Lover, I'll await the day When the time gets right I'm gonna pick you up And take you far way from From trouble my love Under a big ol' sky

But it ain't for you to know I'm to myself like the usual I'm tryna know what the future holds I'm thinkin' clear never losin' hope Nothing's ever promised, tomorrow or today From the Bay Like 40 & Dre But it ain't for you to knoww Sometimes I gotta be

You got that booty booty boom bam ba Baby give me that boom bam ba Baby girl, please please, baby don't leave Baby got ass like a trunk Took her from her man, he a punk She got a body like Baywatch I met her at the Playhouse Ten bottles, bought ten more