in luck I guess it's all because They're found on the fault On sandy ground Foundations can't be found And all the stones of change were thrown in my face
Skin's turning green, eyes are turning yellow The Doctor stays rich because I'm a sickly fellow Got the hypochondriac blues I need your medicine to soothe
I talk with my friend over the phone, I'm scared to say things I don't know and be wrong, And words always sound much better coming out of someone else
Vienna can you hear me lazing on the afternoon? Cathedral bells are ringing a sound Winter can't ignore her Spring'll bring her back with blossoms Summer
Oh Mr. Pit, oh Mr. Pit, Mr. Pitiful Who let you down? Who let you down? Who let you down? You still don't believe, you don't believe You don't believe
Your surprises wear disguises All of your truths masquerade around on Hallow's Eve So I'll never know what you show to unfamiliar faces So impressed
You were right, I was up all night Thinking about you Dreamed I choked on your kaleidoscope Now you still look deadly My fatal flower how the tigers