Rule Number One Always be aware of your surroundings And peep all exits Stay and move to the next shit Rule Number Two Love no one that don't love you And if the shit come down Then you know your way around

Shape by the clearest blue Like it always was Just another time we're caught inside Every open eye Holding on tightly to the sides Never quite learning why Whenever I feel it coming on You can be well aware If ever I try to push you away

You make it easy to watch the world with love, You make it easy to let the past be done, You make it easy. To be held and understood. Be it downtown or way up in the air, When your heart's pounding, You know that I'm aware. "Never been here, how about

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow I'm tired of being what you want me to be Become so tired, so much more aware By becoming this all I want to do Is be more like me and be less like you Every

You make it easy to watch the world with love, You make it easy to let the past be done, You make it easy. To be held and understood. Be it downtown or way up in the air, When your heart's pounding, You know that I'm aware. "Never been here, how about

One of those things If we'd thought a bit about the end of it As we started painting the town We'd have been aware that our love affair Was too hot not to cool down It was great fun But it was just one of those things I'm sorry to say that I didn't know

Surrender to you, surrender to you Which I will never do Where I surrender to you, (surrender) surrender to you (surrender) Keep your circle tight Trust no one, nobody (nobody, nobody, no no no) Gotta be careful who you trusting Be aware of your

This could be the very minute I'm aware I'm alive All these places feel like home With a name I'd never chosen I can make my first steps As a child of twenty-five This is the straw, final straw in the Roof of my mouth as I lie to you Just because I'm

Nature's disappearing Man's a filthy creature Raping the land and water and the air Tomorrow may be too late Now's the time that you must be aware Polluted death is coming, do you care Garbage going nowhere Soon the dumps will spread to your front door

Boat to an island on the wall Shooting season's open To be aware Future singing in the field A hand striking in slow motion To care, or not to care To be there In the distant and uncertain In an old Iberian hotel room