Always a riddle in the world she says Always a riddle inside my head Oh in dreams I have watched it spin Seen a violent crack of atoms were all that comes in Always a thing to wonder the way we come to be Oh it's a big old place for me, yeah it's a big

Every night I lie in bed The brightest colors fill my head A million dreams are keeping me awake I think of what the world could be A vision of the one I see A million dreams is all it's gonna take A million dreams for the world we're gonna make

You're so cool. I want to be just like you. I've got these pictures keep on rolling around my head. I want to hang them on the wall above my bed. And it's so easy to step aside And walk in line like all the rest. But IQ never did that well on tests. I

I kiss you blush Some kind of lust I want to feel my head overthrown I've got enough It's in the touch I kiss your knees and I try to be bold I try not to reason with myself. Should be calling, Calling for your help

It's all wrong You are all I need It's all right I'm in the middle of your picture Lying in the leaves I'm the next act Waiting in the wings I'm an animal Trapped in your parked car

This is the place The smell of air conditioning The fish are belly up You’ve been stuck in a lift Empty all your pockets Because it’s time to come home Sit down, you’re safe now We’ve been trying to reach you, Thom It won’t hurt ever again

The brightest colors fill my head A million dreams are keeping me awake I think of what the world could be A vision of the one I see A million dreams is all it's gonna take They can say, they can say it all sounds crazy 'Cause every night, I lie in bed

Supper's almost done Go ahead and call your friends 'Cause we got room for everyone Let's make some memories, 'round this 9 foot pine At the family table It's just an old piece of wood On top of four legs It's got a few coffee stains, and a thousand

Take my scars Through hands of God I found a better way To break the walls It's been around for a thousand years And it'll be here for plenty more It is the face hidden in disgrace That has become now an open sore It is a false messiah

If I send you roses for no reason at all If, out of the blue, I stop and give you a call Once in a while, it's breakfast in bed And then pull the covers back up over our heads If I call in sick just to stay home with you I want you to know why I do what