Sun, shines hot across your face you tell me every mans a liar or a theif and I could try to prove you wrong but we both know that I can't get to what you need
it's all its all becoming clear weeks turned months turned years and I can't get to what you need
it's long gone gone and it's never coming back all my habits they're the richest things in me
my love I only feel right on my knees so I'll stay down and watch you float away
it's all it's all becoming clear weeks turned months turned years and I can't get to what you need
our love it's riding on it's rails it's stutters sparks then fails I can't get to what you need
shut up it's all me I know it's really not fair so shut up it's all me I know its really not fair really not fair
and its all all becoming clear weeks turned months turned years and I can't get to what you need
our love it's riding on it's rails it stutters sparks and fails but I can't get to what you need
Everyone needs to sing along in order to achieve the group orgasm we are looking for...dont be the guy not singing, dont be the one jerking off at the orgy, noone likes that guy...