{Verse 1} How do you feel About being dead? Said one to the other How do you feel About being lonely? Said one to the other {Chorus} She said: Darling
There I was Sitting on the top of the world In a coin laundry Well I could have been royalty Sitting in the palace like a queen Do you have a dollar
Well I'm sailing softly across the Sea of Life And it's so comforting to see the bright souls I share it with Well the light it flckers Now and then
I called out across the sea ?Normality! Can you hear me?? But there came back no reply I hung my head and started to cry Well I am the shape of a lonely
Stevie was a connoisseur Everybody wanted to be her She chose her friends as carefully as she chose her words She was so sure about it all Oh Stevie
Do you know that I spend my days Walking the streets and lanes Looking through window panes And out of quaint cafes See, me and myself We have an ongoing
Sometimes your love It?s so pretty I just wanna sink in And sometimes your heart Well, it?s so pretty I just wanna live there Well I wish I could bottle
Well sittin on this bed I may as well be on the high way Ocean bursts it's banks and all the water's goin my way Even though you're poison babe I wouldn
Sometimes I feel like alice In a wonderland chasing rabits Cheshire cats and mad hatters A better world well it don't really matter Well day breaks
You want the world, baby it's true you've got them all, or have you? but who's the one who's been there, through it all? and who's the one who picks
Like a turning head Like a second look Like a burning leaf of an open book Like a pounding sea Like a messy crime When your eyes first met with mine
I'd like a flat white, a day of pale skies And a real kiss Inside an old house, by the seaside You can take off my blouse but take it from me; I'm
I left the keys in the car I left the door ajar I didn't want to be alone These are the days and the nights At these sweet humbling heights And I know
leave my grave And dirt and daisies hit the pave But no sooner than I am dead I feel the ravens tugging at my hair Once again I leave my grave [ Lisa Mitchell
You'll go n I?ll be okay, I can dream the rest away Its just a little touch of fate, it will be okay It sure takes its precious time, but it?s got rights