my life is dull
it's so contemptible
and you're so strange
there's just so much to change
but i'll keep on breathing anyway
keep on breathing anyway
keep on breathing anyway
my life is numb
somewhat lesser when i bum
and i'm no good
even if it's understood
that i'll keep on seething anyway
keep on seething anyway
keep on seething anyway
who needs today
wishing it away
you made a mess of me
my life is framed
with autobiographical acclaim
and you're so odd
you must be a messenger from god
but i'll keep on unbelieving anyway
cause i'd rather get high on a sunday
keep unbelieving anyway
way
wayLove is what we hunger for, the appetite is strong.
Baby, take a little more.
Baby, come along.
Not for ever and a day.
Not for evermore.
Not for always.
Not that way.
Maybe just for sure.
It's like walking on little feet, one small step at a time.
Just like when we learn to speak.
Small words do just fine.
Not for ever and a day.
Not for evermore.
Not for always.
Not that way.
Maybe just for sure.
You know, I've been as honest with you as I've been true to myself.
Counting my fingers, one of every kind.
I'm taking inventory, making sure what's mine, and when I look for someone to count on I take my time.
Baby, when we speak of love and promises to keep, when it comes to push or shove vows can fall asleep.
Not for ever and a day.
Not for evermore.
Not for always.
Not that way.
Maybe just for sure.
Now you know exactly how I feel about making promises I can't keep and about saying the small words "I love you".