This place a fucking mess But I know where everything is And I had tasted order and sense But I never knew what they meant
And these are polished excuses The problem with that is The truth is I need to clean up inside So I can have a somewhere do hide And if each room is the shade of my life The living room is as blue as the night
I wish there was nothing more Beyond my living room door Cos I have comfort and I am free And I have Lennon and the Lady To watch over me
And these are polished excuses The problem with that is The truth is I need to clean up inside So I can have a somewhere do hide And if each room is the shade of my life The living room is as blue as the night
