Sweetness whispers nothings in my ear Nothing is exactly what I hear With a glaze she gazes into space Is there nothing more? There must be something
Cheesy moon boy, throw your space rocks all around Your friend balloon boy, is tangled, can't get unwound You find it funny, meanwhile he squirms around
I search for the truth, I find no luck I search for solace in my friend the rock And I have a friend on the telephone A crystal and some cash and my tomorrow
The world is drained, marked me like Cain Entered the fane of worldly sane I worshiped me but now I'm free My life's a gift from Him, to Him I'll lift
A brand new you, you're twice the view Fashion consultants only ask for a few Look in the mirror, your new face is here But now only the make up is there
There was this boy, his name was Jerry He had a girl and her name was Sally They were so happy, so much in love Drank Coca Cola in his mini bus A few
Sugarcoated ways, all hypocrisy Come facade with me, break your hardened clay Do you feel the pain they bear, do you even care? Na na na na na na na
As a child, I play in the sandbox As a child, we could be friends Now that we have grown older That's come to a better end Truck and horses replaced
I remember the first time that I met You Everything that I had heard of You was true I was a child of mud, I was the child of sod Call me the son of filth
I don't need to hear your case I don't want to run away I know what it takes to turn the tables If you'll just let me in your space I don't want to be
As we walk hand in hand She holds me tightly 'cause she's my girl As we walk hand in hand She smiles so brightly 'cause I'm her guy As we walk hand in
Vertaling: Bleekmiddel. Ruimte.
Cheesy moon boy throw your space rocks all around. Your friend balloon boy is tangled, can't get unwound. You find it funny, meanwhile he squirms around
The world is drained, marked me like Cain. Entered the fane of worldly sane. I worshipped me, but now I'm free. My life's a gift from him, to him I
I remember the first time that I met you. Everything that I heard of you was true. I was a child of mud, I was the child of sod. Call me the son of
I search for the truth I find no luck. I search for solace in my friend the rock. And I have a friend on the telephone. A crystal and some cash and
A brand new you, you're twice the view. Fashion consultants only ask for a few, Look in the mirror, your new face is here. But now only the make-up
Sweetness whispers nothings in my ear. Nothing is exactly what I hear. With a glaze she gazes into space. Is there nothing more? There must be something
