This guy´s dave. i´m going on. stretch out
And say his name. name my, or better said, my
Pose. overexposed like we were before. back
In june in´98 when french girls all looked
The same. when we sang. when we tried. when
We were singing to survive. it´s my new scene
And wh

I'm doing my time around
Doing my time around
Doing my time around
Doing my time

The punishment don't fit the crime
I'm doing my time around
Doing my time around

If somebody told you
This isn't the kind of place
You want to end in all they begin

Go t

Sure is that i'll never stay home.
sure as well as you'll stay here.
a priceless lifetime.
see you moving from here, where you'll stay

I got home on a Saturday afternoon. An empty airport and 542 days,
But everything seemed to be alright. Coming back. Coming home. I still
Had my tapes. Sometimes it only took one or two songs to change my mood
And sometimes I just wanted to listen to one song over and over again.

I get smarter. I get smooth today.
No matter if here or now or if all
All these bad things have stayed the
Same. Smart and smooth I get today.
But to tell the truth I will try. I will
See where you are. One lost soul
(I will get dressed. A new suit and
a hardcore show

so it´s all about. Feeling and doing
the same thing at the same time. Just
come on closer. Come on pick me up.
Failing seems priceless. A clear time. A
New view. An idea that shows all of you.
So I will keep on staring, embracing all
These things if they only reminded me

I´ve been away for so long, outside here, yeah.
Stuck or what it seemed to be. Got caught taking
Everything. I´ve been away for so long in a slow-time
June. I got too fst, a move to slow. I couldn´t stay.
Get it now. Stay here. Don´t move away from here.
I get better cos you

it´s some kind of tragedy and if there
ever was, was it you gave me the legacy to
think about what I am. What I care about. What
I see. What I feel. Another tape, behind you
The smiths, a love supreme, version b. fast
Forward, stop and play you´ll stay and i
Know you gonn

all beats and melodies. One by
fourty-three. A chart hit. A certain
song. A rebellion without a tone. My
pals are hanging out. A desperate overtone
in all of what they´re saying. Will I ever
find my way? They play it all here, where
hearts still pound. All these song and

Did you scream? Did you suffer?
Does it help you do more?
Does it pay up when you wake up
And the last word is yours?

We could be more, don't you run away
We could be happier this way
You could do more, don't you run away
We could be happier

Could I make it mo

Better stop dreaming of the quiet life cos
it´s the one we´ll never know and quit running for
that run-away bus cos those rosy days are few
and stop apologizing for the things you´ve
never done cos life is short and time is cruel, bu
it´s up to us to change this town called m

We all sit around till something gets started
Come right away
Now what do you see
My cold heart weighed heavy when we partied
We come away

I lose my cool
I could never go back
We could get lost
We could cut our contact
I already know
Got somewhere to go<