Stir's a funny place. Not haha.
Solitary. Nothin funny about that.
Through the bars you can see the sky, bluer every day. The daily walk around the yard, the sun actually warming your skin, a power-up; spinach proton pills delivered via pores direct to soul. A magpie sings and you want to cry. Or sing. Run jump dance dive. Spend enough time inside and you understand why the roughest toughest straightest men turn to the unthinkable for a cuddle. Connection. The cut adrift drown. What can you do on a *smile* in' phone call. A disembodied voice can't wrap its arms around you.
Good behaviour. The screws have loosened up a bit. Two hours today.
Please stop asking
“Do you still love me?”
Don’t know what to say
Let’s speak in the morning
Please don’t do this
I’m too far away
Don’t know what to tell you
Babe
No more hanging around
Oh
No more hanging around
Oh
Now my sun's going down
Oh
Telling me something isn’t right
Something isn’t right
Bittersweet summer rain
I’m born again
All my broken pieces
Bittersweet summer rain
I’m born again
Ohhhhh...
No more hanging around
Oh
No more hanging around
Oh
For my sun's going down
Oh
Telling me something isn’t right
Something isn’t right
I slept all Friday
And she couldn’t get through
If we’re good tomorrow
Does that make it true?
Not completely
We’re picking that fight everyday
This sh!t’s going nowhere
Baby
Bittersweet summer rain
I’m born again
All my broken pieces
Bittersweet summer rain
I’m born again
Ohhhhhhhh....
No more hanging around
Oh
No more hanging around
Oh
For my sun's going down
Oh
Telling me something isn’t right
Something isn’t right
No hanging around
Oh
No hanging around
Oh
Oh my sun's going down
Oh
Telling me something isn’t right
Oh
Ohhhh
No
Bittersweet
Ohhh
Solitary. Nothin funny about that.
Through the bars you can see the sky, bluer every day. The daily walk around the yard, the sun actually warming your skin, a power-up; spinach proton pills delivered via pores direct to soul. A magpie sings and you want to cry. Or sing. Run jump dance dive. Spend enough time inside and you understand why the roughest toughest straightest men turn to the unthinkable for a cuddle. Connection. The cut adrift drown. What can you do on a *smile* in' phone call. A disembodied voice can't wrap its arms around you.
Good behaviour. The screws have loosened up a bit. Two hours today.
Please stop asking
“Do you still love me?”
Don’t know what to say
Let’s speak in the morning
Please don’t do this
I’m too far away
Don’t know what to tell you
Babe
No more hanging around
Oh
No more hanging around
Oh
Now my sun's going down
Oh
Telling me something isn’t right
Something isn’t right
Bittersweet summer rain
I’m born again
All my broken pieces
Bittersweet summer rain
I’m born again
Ohhhhh...
No more hanging around
Oh
No more hanging around
Oh
For my sun's going down
Oh
Telling me something isn’t right
Something isn’t right
I slept all Friday
And she couldn’t get through
If we’re good tomorrow
Does that make it true?
Not completely
We’re picking that fight everyday
This sh!t’s going nowhere
Baby
Bittersweet summer rain
I’m born again
All my broken pieces
Bittersweet summer rain
I’m born again
Ohhhhhhhh....
No more hanging around
Oh
No more hanging around
Oh
For my sun's going down
Oh
Telling me something isn’t right
Something isn’t right
No hanging around
Oh
No hanging around
Oh
Oh my sun's going down
Oh
Telling me something isn’t right
Oh
Ohhhh
No
Bittersweet
Ohhh