And loves just not a flare on my sleeve
Sleep well, I pray that cardboard boxes,
'Cause wood grain makes all man made things seem so out of date
Life is not a play, it's what we
Make of the people we love.
Oh why, why, why, why, why, why
She bites at blades and leaves
Well I'm sick of vanity plates
Should we move to the UK?
'Cause life here in the states has escaped
What we make of these people we love
Oh why, why, why, why, why
Baby, maybe I spoke to soon
I'll touch you once you make the first move
Never lets go, never lets me grow old
But love is nothing you can tax
My family's not rich by any means
But I feel we won the lottery, that day
The rock swallowed the girl
And I cried as cameras caught my eyes
My tears turned into butterflies
They fly away as caskets close
A new day comes you'll wake unfold
Smile when you feel the sunlight
Oh why, why, why, why, why
Baby, maybe I spoke to soon
I'll touch you once you make the first move
Oh snails see the benefits