Too late The word is already in your mouth I can hear it comin' out Towards me Yeah, shut up And I don't wanna hear a single word The song you sing,
Long time ago and the times we had were so and so It was the worst days of your life So I called you home your so-called father was on the phone He wasn
Where were you when we called the police? Were you ready to go home and hard to please? But no, you were in Portugal So don't come back to Stockholm no
Don't you come up to me and say you like it It's better if you say you hate it, that's the truth exactly When we go out dancing I don't want to be bothered
I lost all my friends in an accident I couldn't believe what happened And are you coming home tonight And is there time left for love? The rumors said
I want to hear drums and my hearts a drum. I guess we never know what to become. Well i didnt know that this was such a problem. It's gonna get better
We've got to go now it iches in my heart. And if the cars ain't here, well, she's probably gonna leave me here. It's gonna take us hours and hours only
It's a dream that's never ending It's a dream that's always out of hand There's nothing I can do about Because this dream is out of my command There
You just know it There's a wall and you just run through it You had too much to drink And all those telephone bills but it's worth it Victoria I knew
Hey little sister, you look so fine and you sing like an angel like a goddess of some kind you little rock chick so with your talent and my genius i'm
My friends, they don't talk to me anymore. They don't call me anymore Since I left the shore. So I drink again. And I play the game Like I did yesterday
I do remember Like a punch in the face I never felt so alive since 19 19 99 The time that we got it all out How can I forget the nights we killed Every
You just know it, there's a wall and you just run through it. You've had too much to drink, and all those telephone bills, but it's worth it. Oh Victoria
Everyone is coming home You can hear the sound from miles I try to turn it up They turn it down The only noise is from the ground And I know They're just
You and I Have a hard thing to describe You have some much to live for While I am just dying to stay alive You and I Have something you shouldn't try
Don't come up to me and say you like it. It's better if you say you hate it, that's the truth exactly. When we go out dancing I don't want to be bothered
Where were you when we called the police? Were you ready to go home and hard to please? But no, you were in Portugal. So don't come back to Stockholm
Sarah wrote epistles on the subject of despair on the only night last year when there was no love in the air. Listen friend she wrote, and I heard her