Seems like all the good shits gone Hey God, there's nights you know I want to scream These days you're even hard to believe I know how busy you must be, but Hey God... Hey God-Tell me what the hell is going on, Do you ever think about me It keeps on

Don't do it for me anymore I won't fall for your games So don't hate me when I say I see the future without you The hell was I doing in the past? Now that I've learned all about you

I try but I can't see what you see I am not a child now I can take care of myself I mustn't let them down now Mustn't let them see me cry I'm fine, I'm fine I'm too tired to listen I'm too old to believe All these childish stories

In the arms of a stranger, pretending it's love And I'm wrapped around your finger, even though I'm knocked up Ah ooh, ooh ooh Bam bam bam bam, bam bam bam bam bam You know space and time wouldn't let you be mine What I've come to understand Is entropy

I'll use that star to write I love you A thousand times across the sky One thing isn't very clear, my love Should the teacher stand so near, my love? Graduation's almost here, my love Did you say I've got a lot to learn? Well, don't think, I'm tryin' not

I'm gonna make you mine You're hallelujah, Sunday morning All I've ever needed, wanted Underneath this pale moon sky Yeah, I'm gonna make you mine You were made to shine under Southern stars Pure as the mountain rain You're the love songs pouring out of

Now come home Nice dream, if you think that you're strong enough Nice dream, if you think you belong enough They love me like I was their brother They protect me Listen to me They dug me my very own garden Gave me sunshine

Yeah, we got so close, so close to love But you had to go and mess it up When we got so close, so close to love Was it all too much or just not enough? When you left your T-shirt at my old apartment Have you ever wondered if you loved me harder Where

Et les peuples trinquent Dansons, dansons A la nouvelle mutation En cette fin de civilisation A qui la faute, où est le mal Abreuvons d'amour Les champs de ruine que nous laisserons Ça y'est nous y sommes

Picture me upon your knee, Just tea for two and two for tea, Just you for me and me for you, alone! Nobody near us, To see us or hear us, No friends or relations On weekend vacations We won't have it known, dear, That we own a telephone.