Hey! Hey! Hey!
I don't like walking around this old and empty house
So hold my hand; I'll walk with you, my dear
The stairs creak as you sleep; it's keeping me awake
It's the house telling you to close your eyes
Somedays I can't even, trust myself
It's killing me to see y

Three little birds, sat on my window
And they told me I don't need to worry
Summer came like cinnamon,so sweet
Little girls double-dutch on the concrete

Maybe sometimes
We've got it wrong, but it's all right
The more things seem to change
The more they stay the same

Rosalee will you settle down,
Our guests don't know that you're spinning out,
They're going to think you've lost your mind,
They can't see outside the lines
Rosalee, you're still the same to me,
'Cuz love is blind.
And they can't see what I see
You're still the girl,

White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste

Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men

And they say she's in the class a team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen but lately
Her face seem

Blue jean baby, l.a lady
Seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed
Pirate smile
You'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must've seen her
Dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me
Tiny dancer in my hand

Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing ticke