Woorden:
Eleven Eleven

No more time to tell how This is the season of what Now is the time of returning Of jewels polished and gleaming Now is the time past believing The child

It's biting, it's teething, it's biting, I'm bleeding It's calling, it's crawling, it's calling and I'm falling The perfect sound of middle ground Pull

If we get along, I could stay the night If I think you're right, I could go along I'll get in the way if it stops a fight Seems the more you learn, the

I just can't seem to blend Into society I have no hope for this dim Simplicity of law and order By whose rules I see no rhyme in the reason I hold no

Eleven little birdies in the trees Bright yellow beaks and pinky knees Eleven chicks hatching Eleven cats scratching Eleven's the number for me Eleven ducklings quacking (quack-quack-quack) Eleven

? I don't know Baby if you telephone Maybe I can meet you in the morning Call me if you're on your own And maybe I can meet you in the morning Mornings eleven

Why the flower crumbled in my hands There's only eleven roses I know, I should have known it from the start I think I know, why there's only Eleven

Everyone plays along Get them giving or steal the life they're breathing They'll grow sickened Take their secret codes and signals Discover all they know

Never tell your friends They?ll never understand Confessions only burn themselves in the fire Choke on every word That no one?s ever heard Your sentimental