(no subject)
This is a list of what I should have been but I’m not
This is a list of the things that I should have seen
But I’m not seeing
The look in your eyes as his finger’s unzipping your dress
And it makes you shiver
I’m just turning away from what I shouldn’t see
Because I am not anything
Everyone’s in bed tonight but nobody can sleep
Cause all the satellites are watching through our windows
She says she doesn’t love me like she’s acting
But it’s as if she isn’t talking
Cause Mr. Lincoln’s head is bleeding
On the front row while she’s speaking
I said come on all you cowboys
All you blue-eyed baby boys
Come on all you dashing gentlemen of summer
I’ll wait for you where Saturday’s a memory
And Sunday comes to gather me
Into the arms of god who’ll welcome me
Because I believe…Oh I believe…
And I know I could look at anyone but you now
I could fall into the eyes of anyone but you now
This is a list of the things that I should have seen
But I’m not seeing
The look in your eyes as his finger’s unzipping your dress
And it makes you shiver
I’m just turning away from what I shouldn’t see
Because I am not anything
Everyone’s in bed tonight but nobody can sleep
Cause all the satellites are watching through our windows
She says she doesn’t love me like she’s acting
But it’s as if she isn’t talking
Cause Mr. Lincoln’s head is bleeding
On the front row while she’s speaking
I said come on all you cowboys
All you blue-eyed baby boys
Come on all you dashing gentlemen of summer
I’ll wait for you where Saturday’s a memory
And Sunday comes to gather me
Into the arms of god who’ll welcome me
Because I believe…Oh I believe…
And I know I could look at anyone but you now
I could fall into the eyes of anyone but you now