You get so lost inside your head.

Come closer and see, see into the trees, find the boy while you can. Come closer and see, see into the dark; just follow your eyes, just follow your eyes. I hear his voice calling my name, the sound is deep in the dark. I hear his voice and start to run into the trees, into the trees, into the trees. Suddenly I stop but I know it's too late, I'm lost in a forest, all alone. The boy was never there, it's always the same; I'm running towards nothing again and again and again.

So I'll drink some more, I'll love them all.

Do you feel like a chain store? Practically floored, one of many zeros, kicked around bored. Your ears are full but you're empty, holding out your heart to people who never really care how you are. So give me coffee and TV; History, I've seen so much, I'm goin blind and I'm braindead virtually. Sociability, it's hard enough for me.; take me away from this big bad world and agree to marry me, so we can start all over again. Do you go to the country? It isn't very far, there's people there who will hurt you 'cos of who you are. Your ears are full of the language, there's wisdom there you're sure 'til the words start slurring and you can't find the door. So give me coffee and TV; History, I've seen so much, I'm goin blind and I'm braindead virtually. Sociability, it's hard enough for me; take me away from this big bad world and agree to marry me, so we can start all over again.

They shout for the boys in the band.

We all want someone to shout for; yeah, everyone wants somebody to adore. But your heroes aren't what they seem, when you've been, where we've been. Have I done something to trigger the funny looks and the sniggers? Are they there at all, or is it just paranoia? Everybody's got their box, doing what they're told. You pushed my faith near being lost but we'll stick to the guns. Don't care if it's marketing suicidal, won't crack or compromise your do-rights or individes will never unhinge us. And there's a couple of hundred think they're Christopher Columbus, but the settlers had already settled; yeah, long before ya. Just 'cos we're having a say-so, not lining up to be playdoh. Oh, in five years time, will it be 'Who the fuck's Arctic Monkeys?'

24 - 10 - 07 !

She could have been one of the bitches.

I know I'm pathetic, I knew when he said it; a loser, a bum's what he called me when I drove him home. There's no more waiting and sure no more wasting, I've done all I can but he still wants to be left alone. You got, you got, you got to help me out, and I'll try not to argue. No one, no one, no one likes a drop-out; mistakes are hard to undo. Don't pull me down, this is where I belong; I think I'm different, but I'm the same and I'm wrong. Don't pull me down, this is where I belong; I think I'm different, this is where I belong. I think it's disgusting, believing and trusting; If I gave a fuck, there would be nothing for me to prove. Although it's amusing, it's slightly confusing; I've done all I can but his ego is still hard to move. You got, you got, you got to help me out, and I'll try not to argue. No one, no one, no one likes a drop-out; mistakes are hard to undo.

In many ways, they'll miss the good old days.

If you've lost your faith in love and music; oh, the end won't be long. Because if it's gone for you, then I too may lose it and that would be wrong. I've tried so hard to keep myself from falling back into my bad old ways and it chars my heart to always hear you calling, calling for the good old days. Because there were no good old days, these are the good old days. It's not about tenements and needles and all the evils in their eyes and the backs of their minds. Daisy chains and school yard games and a list of things we said we'd do tomorrow, a list of things we said we'd do tomorrow.

I like you the way you are.

Come as you are, as you were, as I want you to be; as a friend, as a friend, as a known memory. Take your time, hurry up, the choice is yours, don't be late. Take a rest, as a friend, as a known memory. Come, doused in mud, cept in bleach, as I want you to be; as a trend, as a friend, as a known memory. And I swear that I don't have a gun. No, I don't have a gun.

A rhyme that might stop the tick of time.

Up the morning, up, up the morning. Everytime I see your face. it makes me sad, it makes me chase, chase my love across the world. Even though you're not, it's taste simple, evil; I don't walk alone. Everytime I see your face, it makes me cry, it makes me wait, waited far too long. And you were over me but it's ok, cause I know where you will go, I will go. Up the morning, up, up the morning. And if I, if I could go back in time. And if I, if I could go back in time I'd go to show, what did I show? I would not show the nights and the fights when I came rumbling out the door. Well, what was I supposed to do? Where's a girl supposed to, supposed to go? Up the morning, up, up the morning.

Modern things don't die, just stain.

Modern girls always have to go, you were right. Old-fashioned men always want a mistress, right on time. Modern girls always get their way, you were right. Modern men dream of what they can't say, I was wrong. That's alright, I don't belong. Why you gotta say it if you know it's something wrong? Says that he'll apologize and it won't take too long. Well, you don't wanna trust nobody else. Time, there's a few things that are gonna have to change. Everyone has the same opinion, won't you please? Your time is almost over, don't be mean. We won't get the chance to do this over. That's alright, I don't belong. I don't want the imprint of your key upon my nose. You don't have to tell no one, 'cause no one wants to know that you don't have no happiness at all. Oh, yes, we're falling down. Oh, yes, we're falling down. So fucking help me up, always thinking 'bout yourself; you don't love me. I am an animal, I am not practical. Was I?

But now the sun shines cold.

Took the high dive into your brain and you made your only calls; you just might wear your welcome out if you don't let it go. And there's nothing that you couldn't say, 'cause you said it all before; think it's time you walk this lonely road all on your own. It's your cold day in the sun, looks like your bleeding heart has already won; wish I could take it away and save you from yourself. You , let so lost inside your head like no one else, looking for someone to blame; blame me all along, you'll take the heat but you would never take the fall. It's your cold day in the sun, looks like your bleeding heart has already won. You're so afraid that you are the only one, that you are the only one; you know, don't be afraid 'cause your not the only one. You're not the only one. I know it's your cold day in the sun, looks like your bleeding heart has already won.

Oh, but your words; they really kill me.

A thousand words that no one's spoken; now there's nothing left to say. Another dream just got broken, you suggest you're not that way, yeah. I want you to love me, want you to know I'm just like you, just like you. Another dream just got broken, another dreamer just like you, you. A thousand words just like you, a thousand words just like you.

Favourite worst nightmare.

My daydream seems as one inside of you; though it seems hard to reach through this life, your blue and hopeless life. My daydream screams bitter 'til the end. The love I share, true, selfish to the heart; my heart, my sacred heart. My daydream dream, my daydream. I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy, I don't want fellings, your feelings. I have gone crazy, motherfucking crazy I have gone.

A place full of charms, a magic world.

When we look back at it all as I know we will; you and me, wide eyed. I wonder, will we really remember how it feels to be this alive? And I know we have to go, I realize we only get to stay so long. Always have to go back to real lives, where we belong. When we think back to all this and I'm sure we will; me and you, here and now. Will we forget the way it really is? Why it feels like this and how? And we always have to go, I realize we always have to say goodbye. Always have to go back to real lives, but real lives are the reason why we want to live another life, we want to feel another time; yeah, another time. And I know we have to go, I realize we always have to turn away. Always have to go back to real lives, but real lives are why we stay for another dream, another day; for another world, another way. One last time before it's over, one last time before the end; one last time before it's time to go again.

My smiling fragile heart.

Well, I don't feel better when I'm fucking around , and I don't write better when I'm stuck in the ground. So don't teach me a lesson, cause I've already learned; yeah, the sun will be shining and my children will burn. Oh, the heart beats in its cage. I don't want what you want, I don't feel what you feel. See, I'm stuck in a city but I belong in a field. Yeah we got left; now it's three in the morning and you're eating alone. Oh, the heart beats in its cage. All our friends, they're laughing at us. All of those you loved, you mistrust. Help me, I'm just not quite myself. Look around, there's no one else left. I went to the concert and I fought through the crowd, guess I got too excited when I thought you were around. Oh, he gets left; I'm sorry you were thinking I would steal your fire. Oh, the heart beats in its cage. Yes, the heart beats in its cage.

Don't let me fall, I'll break.

Porcelain, are you wasting away in your skin? Are you missing the love of your kin? Drifting and floating and fading away. Porcelain, do you smell like a girl when you smile? Can you bear not to share with your child? Drifting and floating and fading away. Little lune, all day, little lune. Porcelain, do you carry the moon in your womb? Someone said that you're fading too soon. Drifting and floating and fading away. Porcelain, are you wasting away in your skin? Are you missing the love of your kin? Nodding and melting and fading away. Little lune, all day, little lune.