I've seen God in the sun, I've seen God in the street God before bed and the promise of sleep God in my dreams and the free ride of grace But it all disappears
Six in the morning, the men started working I can't sleep, no, I can't sleep I keep feeling the lights So I think I should get up and call you, going
A lack of understanding You took for being lazy I was just being lazy I'm even doing it now I know that you have saved me I love that you have saved
Born on a Sunday, everyday is Monday That is what I've heard about the real world Up on the morning, heading for the schoolyard Big boys being bullies
I know a spell That would make you help Write about love, it could be in any tense But it must make sense I know a trick Forget that you are sick Write
There is no hole in which to hide There is no plane to catch No hope, tell them that's warm enough No rent to a room that's quiet A friend, I've known
Love and pain and sorrow Keep the band together She was like my soul mate Whispered in my ear Love was playing music It was all we wanted Making plastic
I want the world to stop (I want the world to stop) Give me the morning (Give me the understanding) I want the world to stop (I want the world to stop
I'm waiting for my man Got twenty-six dollars in my hand Up to Lexington, 125 Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive I'm waiting for my man Hey, white
L O V E, love, it's coming back, it's coming back L O V E, love, it's coming back, it's coming back Refer to our discussions, confirm the terms of our
Now I'm in a band, people try to make me do things Kiss arses and pay tribute But I'm inclined today to do those things anyway And I don't care who hears
Make me dance, I want to surrender Your familiar arms I remember We've been going transcontinental Got no car, we just take a rental But we don't have
I don't care whether you hear this I don't care if I'm alone here singing songs to myself There's nobody else around, around Meet you up at the Indian
I went looking for my darling I went looking for a sign And I found her in the morning Somewhere in the back of my mind I'm not what I could be I need
I saw you around When you were young and free How did I know? Try, but I can't remember How it began (Back in the day) Was there a plan? (Follow my way
Who's that girl? She must be nearly freezing Who's that girl? I'll bet all that snow Makes it hard to see her Today she waved to me And maybe I'm in
Sebastian you're in a mess You had a dream, they called you king Of all the hipsters, is it true? Or are you still the queen? Like getting blood out
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