Get outta my mouth Get outta my head Get outta my mind Stop puttin' words in my head You're nothing but trouble Get outta my life Get out of me Out of me (out of me)

To the white hills, and the oceans Hold your breath my dear We're going under I search for solace in this toxic land of sin Just let me in Don't wake me up, their songs are soothing Their wine subdues me Dreams, my mind won't lift me from my dreams Oh

These foolish things remind me of you And still my heart has wings Oh, how the ghost of you clings! How strange how sweet to find you still These things are dear to me They seem to bring you near to me Oh! Will you never let me be? Oh! Will you never set

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

Close your eyes and just sleep tight I'll lie awake and watch you dream To be sure that all of your dreams are pure My dear don't you worry bout a thing I'll be near to you all night And through the evening I'll be by your side So Goodnite

My yesterday was blue dear My lonely nights are through dear Since you said you were mine Oh, what a difference a day made There's a rainbow before me Skies above can't be stormy since that moment of bliss That thrilling kiss It's heaven when you find

Oh, dear dad, can you see me now? I see the world, feel the chill Which way to go, windowsill I see the words on a rocking horse of time I see the birds in the rain, ohh I am myself, like you somehow

Martha, my dear Martha, my love Don't forget me When you find yourself in the thick of it Help yourself to a bit of what is all around you Though I spend my days in conversation, please Remember me Hold your head up, you silly girl

Pull out your heart to make the being alone If it was easy, everyone would do it This game is not Easy, easy (Eazy) Pull out your heart to make the being alone (yeah) Easy, easy (talkin’ to my younger self) Dear Gerald, you’re fourteen years and a truant

My love must be a kind of blind love I can't see anyone but you And dear, I wonder if you find love An optical illusion, too? Are the stars out tonight? I don't know if it's cloudy or bright Cause I only have eyes for you, dear The moon may be high But I