Woorden: Howards Alias. Beat Heart, Beat. Time For Bed.

Shapely forms line these slumber-drenched rooms
they are stratching to pick at the salt from sore wounds
Secretly spying from shoelace to hairclip I watched as their walls tumbled down
Instead of all places you would have expected
they sparked and then connected, two souls became one
But still with all that light shining from within,
one's eyes were still blind to the sun

And if it's true what they say about us
and this awful misfortune's not just our bad luck,
well then I'm sick of playing that fool, please wake up, Oh Matt wake up!

Sometimes four eyes can meet under the wrong rooms lighting
And disguised under a cloud that has no silver lining we'll take chances as they come

Now here dying lies the once healthy remnants
of what happened to us and what could have been
If all this time we would only have thought of something more
than ourselves perhaps things would be different
Different colours flash forward and backwards
and there at the back we will stand till the end
If our pasts cannot be forgiven how do we expect our futures to really extend?

And if it's true what they say about us
and this awful misfortune's not just our bad luck,
well then I'm sick of playing that fool, please wake up, Oh Matt wake up!

Sometimes four eyes can meet under the wrong rooms lighting
And disguised under a cloud that has no silver lining we'll take chances as they come

It's not too late to break this mould, old habits die easily
If we can only lose our arrogance
the revolution can start to begin and the rules we live by will break down

Let love roam free, take over you, them and me
A smile goes a long way, so smile big and see where it takes us

Sometimes four eyes can meet under the wrong rooms lighting
And disguised under a cloud that has no silver lining

Sometimes four eyes can meet under the wrong rooms lighting
And disguised under a cloud that has no silver lining

Where could we go if we'd only learn to love and accept everyone?