I want to know your plans and how involved in them I am.
When I go to sleep for good will I be forgiven?
And If you want roses you can go buy a bouquet.
If that just won’t cut it, well what can I say?
You’re what keeps me believing the world’s not gone dead,
Strength in my bones put the words in my head.
When they pour out to paper, it’s all for you.
‘Cause that’s what you do. That’s what you do.
I want to know your fears, from your feet to the back of your ears.
When they raise the landing gear will your heart stay here?
If you could forgive me for being so brash, well you…
you could hit me or whip me, I’d savor each lash.
You’re what keeps me believing the world’s not gone dead,
Strength in my bones put the words in my head.
When they pour out to paper, it’s all for you.
‘Cause that’s what you do.
No more fighting.
This is only a waste of our time
’cause soon we’ll be leaving.
Will this strength still be mine?
I’ll look out for you ’til I die, ’til I rot.
I’ll remember you ’til I die, until I rot.
You’re what keeps me believing the world’s not gone dead,
Strength in my bones put the words in my head.
When they pour out to paper, it’s all for you.
You’re what keeps me believing the world’s not gone dead,
Strength in my bones put the words in my head.
When they pour out to paper, it’s all for you.
‘Cause that’s what you do