Censors talkin' nightmares stalkin' Recipes that they taught you Government pays my rent So what they say it must be true Friends and lovers undercover
Throw me in a daydream Where big blue eyes are red I've got a little greenie beast Munchin on my head I don't know your name You're all the same I only
This is the story Bout the world was boring And we livened it up on a Sunday morning With tunes from the basement Makin mom and dad mad Although they'
Mean steel man halfway grinning Gave me a box didn't know what's in it Smooth and shiny big and tiny Didn't want to look inside WHY? Cos I was scared
I was searching in a million other days I was staring at my shoes I was dreaming of a car back then Now I'm dreaming of you All the corn died in the year
Hey Joe whattaya know You come to the show with your dreams in tow Hey Fay whattaya say You think you're lonely 'cause you've been played Well damn man
Just a little girl Not the sweetest in the world Cos I think I like the good less than the bad She hailed from New Orleans Where her daddy made machines
Make that money smooth as honey Capitalistic smitten crime Other folks here feel your nightmare Guess you don't care about what is mine Girl you gonna
Drowning in my restless ways Thrusting, digging my own grave Thinking that the day would pass It seems it's here forever You're so pretty you're so young
Amanda You made me cry You never cared Now you should die You left my heart Like an open sore I screamed your name Cos I wanted more Amanda I didn't think
We power keepers hold the key To turn your negativity Into sun... and light We'll do this trick tonight Wherever these four demons go In every city on
(written by Gary Barlow, Eliot Kennedy & Tim woodcock) Oh yeah We can leave the dream this time We've had a chance to stand so tall Everything we want
Remember Belgium and the Brussels Museum Where we piled on the front steps like stray cavaliers Our code of living meant little to others The few francs
We arrived really late at night And we found a place to sleep under a small patch of trees We didn't set up our tent that night We just put sleeping bags
The blood in my veins Was running right through my brain There was a cop with a gun Who was running around insane Three fifty arrests No bullet proof
Lately I feel so small Or maybe it?s just that my bed has grown I never noticed it before but you were there So how was I to know [bridge] That this
Lately I feel so small or maybe it's just that my bed has grown never noticed it before but you were there so how was I to know that this single bed was
The men were here to get your Belgian things They'll store them for you in an airplane hangar There's guys in biohazard suits Mud kicking on their rubber