• Good morning baby, guess you wanna touch me now
     You wanna put your hands on my face
     Tell me you love me,
     Tell me you need me
     Don't say you love me
     Don't say anything...
     'Cause I am not that kind of man, I'm much less than you think I am...
     So many people are just like Jesus,
     They drag all this weight, to get to anything better than...
     Where they've been
     Or where they are
     Well tell me what the hell's the reason when we never get
     anywhere...
     But you want me to say "Hey, it's okay..."
     But I'm so dizzy baby, just get the hell away from me...
     How can you breathe?
     How can you see?
     I can't even sleep when you're with me...
     I'm sick of summertime
     I know, all of the best things in life are unkind
     To be everything I could be, anything
     But all the time I'm thinking, "If I only had a pair of wings..."
     But you want touch me
     Just get your hands off me
     Don't touch me
     And baby, I can't see that you see
     How can you see?
     How can you breathe?
     I can't feel a thing when you're with me...
     I can't take it this way, I hope you understand,
     Don't you fucking touch me
     I can hardly stand to look at you
     How can you breathe?
     How can you see?
     How can you breathe?
     How can you see?
     I can't even sleep when you're with me
     How can you breathe?
     How can you see?
     I can't feel...
     I can't feel a thing...
     Can't feel a thing...
     Can't feel a thing...
     Can't feel a thing...
  • She's closing all the shades
     she finds the daylight just a little frightening
     she pulls the pedals overhead each day
     but she's opening her business is blooming nightly
     and every time it does it gets me hazy
     the color of her head changing every day
     a little breath of wind and I just go crazy
     the greening of Americas progressing smoothly
     cuz she's choosing me
     it's later then I said
     and all the worlds a shade of black and purple
     everybody else has gone to bed
     but when she makes me happy I just fly in circles
     and every time she does I just get teary
     the color of head changing everyday
     a little puff of wind and she's always near me
     the greening of America is progressing nicely
     it's all right with me
     ba ba ba ba na na na na na [Etc.]
     if there's another life, and if get to chose I'd like
     to be a daisy
     I'll stay up waiting for my dusky wife
     to open and get high with just my jasmine baby
     and every time she does it gets me crazy
     the color of her head changing every day
     a little breath of wind and I just get crazy
     the greening of Americas progressing nicely
     it's all right with me-every time she
     she does just get teary
     the color of her head changing every day
     a little breath of wind and she's always near me
     the greening of Americas progressing smoothly
     cuz she's choosing me
  • Who built the ball that is this earth?
     Gave me life, and water for my thirst.
     Home for a heart till death from birth
     And we're only love, at it's best or worst.
     Love calling your name
     I will live on
     Calling your name
     Who wrote the pages of our lives?
     In black and white, and taught me wrong from right
     It's your heart that held you tight
     But we're only love
     Spin me around and round and round
     Love calling your name
     I will live on
     Calling your name
     And the world seems like my enemy
     The waterfall of frowns
     And the wave of life will capture me
     And I'm falling down upon love
     C'mon now darling
     I'm falling falling down on love
     I'm falling down, falling down on love
     I'm falling down on love
    [Chorus]
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