This lovely day will lengthen into evening We'll sigh goodbye to all we ever had Alone where we have walked together I'll remember April and be glad I'll be content you loved me once in April Your lips were warm and love and spring were new I'm not

Even though we break up in the end Even if I knew you'd be the one that got away I'd still go back and get you Even if I knew you'd be my best and worst mistake Over and over, again and again I still walk in that bar a little drunk I still ask you what

We get colder As we grow older We will walk So much slower Together we go Oh, miss believer, my pretty sleeper Your twisted mind is like snow on the road Your shaking shoulders prove that it's colder Inside your head than the winter of dead

It's all in your head You can't see the things that make Your happiness go away, well I can It's in your head Sad but it's true It's inside you Keep wallowing in your misery It's just inside of you You tell me, I've been walking on a railing

We're walking, we're walking So walk this way! Walk this way! Make the elevator come a little faster I'm pushing all the buttons but nothing's happening Please god don't let anybody see me Please god, I'll do anything you ask of me I promise no more

Where are you now Under the sea Another dream The monsters running wild inside of me You were the shadow to my light

(I'm way too good at goodbyes) And every time you leave me, the quicker these tears dry And every time you walk out, the less I love you Baby, we don't stand a chance, it's sad but it's true I'm never gonna let you close to me Even though you mean the

Sidewalks saved my life But they lead me on Say, say, say They don't ever lie They showed me all the signs They don't let me down And they don't let me down And they lead me on I ran out of tears when I was eighteen

The kids are back We walk the streets in tattered armies We got the lion in our heart We're not lookin' for trouble, just for some fun But we're all ready if you want to start So, just remember the Oh, watch out Well, can you blame us for living our

They call it stormy Monday, but Tuesday's just as bad Wednesday's worse, and Thursday's also sad Yes the eagle flies on Friday, and Saturday I go out to play Eagle flies on Friday, and Saturday I go out to play Sunday I go to church, then I kneel down