Woorden: For Our Hero. Tell 'em They're Dreaming.

I?m just a boy in an empty city
With vintage (mama) misery,
A one night (ohoh) odyssey,
So give my head a minute to get outta? living
And broken bone you?re so alone
You just need that suede suit of skin to take you home
Cause tonight you look like you could
But you know you won?t

Good luck kid i tip my head
And hope, hope, hope you don?t, don?t need it
Playing two-up on your window sill
With a bitter, bitter, bitter, pill

Just one floor from a let down
Hoping that your a hit enough to break my fall
If only for the fame
His dearest catch of the (dada) day late
Well I?ve been told
?you make this town feel old?
The worst part?s I already know
I?m just a waistcoat with a peachy grin gathering dust on your bedroom floor

Good luck kid i tip my head
And hope, hope, hope you don?t, don?t need it
Playing two-up on your window sill
With a bitter, bitter, bitter, pill


(uhuh)
Toss a coin
Fall in line
With everything everyone?s ever said about you
You?re an over night success story without the stars
Blowing-off smoke from all the wrong pipes

Good luck kid i tip my head
And hope, hope, hope you don?t, don?t need it
Playing two-up on your window sill
With a bitter, bitter, bitter, pill

Good luck kid i tip my head
And hope, hope, hope you don?t, don?t need it
Playing two-up on your window sill
With a bitter, bitter, bitter, pill

iwanttostayyoungwithyou.
Bedtime boys singing silly ploys -
Anything for a shot at the big time
Or a little nightlife through our veins
So waste your wishes on weightless dreams
(with me)