I know I love you now But will I love you then? You can see it in my eyes It doesn't really matter 'Cause man I'm cold Man I'm toothless Man my heart is so suddenly useless What a fool you've landed Oh oh oh what a fool you call home

There you are You're there with open arms Can't see when I'm falling Losing myself But then I hear you calling Only you know me the way you know me Only you forgive me when I'm sorry Even when I messed it up

Mama said knock you out I'm gonna knock you out Don't call it a comeback I been here for years Rockin my peers and puttin' suckas in fear Makin' the tears rain down like a monsoon Listen to the bass go boom! Explosion, overpowerin' Over the competition,

I'm doing so good Calling you lovable How are you feeling now? Making it all above Falling for you somehow I can't refuse you walking along the promenade 'Cause I'm doing, I'm doing, I'm doing, I'm doing, I'm doing, I'm doing so good I'm doing, I'm

I'm in a trance Hey baby tell me can't you hear me calling I want to try to stop this life I take too much in the Saturday night I wake up in the morning And the sun begins to shine The day did sneak up on the night I see your face and I see myself

I'm about to lose my mind You’ve been gone for so long, I’m runnin' outta time I need a doctor, call me a doctor I need a doctor, doctor to bring me back to life I told the world one day I would pay it back Say it on tape, and lay it, record it so that

Far away, far away California rain is falling I can hear the summer calling A song that's fading Put me on a plane tomorrow I'll try to run from all my sorrow From endless waiting It's so cold here without my sun I'm so sad here, far away from everyone

You don't ever let me down You got those cigarettes and cush No more cush I'm sorry that I'm late And I missed your call But you know night turn into day I didn't stop to pause I know I never see your face But I'ma fix all my mistakes

What the hell did I, hell did I, hell did I say? What the hell did I say when I called last night Dripping loads of whiskey honey in that message that she liked What the hell did I say, gotta dial it up again I'm writing out those lines that fell out

Instructions from the manual could not have been much more plain the blues are still required the blues are still required again Past territorial piss-posts past whispers in the closets past screamin' from the rooftops we live to survive our paradoxes