To make us fly If I was your girlfriend, could you love for two? If I was your girlfriend, could you pull me through? To make us fly (to make us fly) Losing it to waterfalls Rip and tidy years of gold Buried under rivers all the doubt I didn't notice

The book of love is long and boring No one can lift the damn thing It's full of charts and facts and figures And instructions for dancing But I, I love it when you read to me And you, you can read me anything The book of love has music in it In fact,

We'll never know We're just moments We're just human Amusing and confusing Never knowing shocking but we're nothing We're clever but clueless I heard this old story before With the people keeping calling for the metaphors

No, you'll never know until you're there It's the greatest thing that's yet to have happened Imagine knowing me It's the greatest thing you'd ever imagine But you'll never know until you're there So we'll just sing it for them Oh, little did she know

You may not be an angel I'll string along, string along String along with you, dear 'Cause angels are so few But until the day that one comes along I'll string along with you I'm looking for an angel To sing my love song to And until the day that one

Tell me, tell me Everybody, sing Like it's the last song you will ever sing We were born for this Do you feel the pressure now? (We were born for this) Everybody, live Like it's the last day you will ever see Can you feel the pressure?

Down the road came a Junco Partner For he was loaded as can be He was knocked out, knocked out loaded He was a'wobblin' all over the street Singing six months ain't no sentence And one year ain't no time I was born in Angola Serving fourteen to ninety

I've filled my veins with poison And silenced my voice just to take another breath I've broken my vows to you a thousand times before I'm losing myself, sit back and watch me die How can I say that I'm scared of death When I spend each day sprinting

He's the one Who likes all the pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it mean Knows not what it mean And I say yeah Sell the kids for food

La-la-ly, la-la-ly, la-la-ly-ly I'm slaying like the queen of swords I can be like a raging storm (La-la-ly, la-la-ly, la-la-ly-ly) Don't go asking me for apologies I'll sing 'till you hear my song This time you better believe that there's No way I'm