- cifra
Way to go
Just keep nodding until
Your head comes off
Her stories are plausible
And short
You'd think that such conditions
Would make me
Form an opinion
A shape upon a chair
But I'm not really here
Show me
We don't need nothing
Except for all there is
To breathe and to be seen
So take my hand
And break my dreams
What's this
After falling
You're supposed to take a hit?
So cough up your coffee
And laugh at the funny bits
Then kiss her head goodnight
Tomorrow's filled
With sounds and thrills
And flashing lights
A cosmic sigh
I never will be more aware
That I'm not really there
Show me we don't need nothing
Except for all there is
To breathe and to be seen
So take my hand
And break my dreams
All the things we talk about but never do
Show me we don't need nothing
Except for all there is
To breathe and to be seen so
Show me we don't need nothing
Except for all there is
To breathe and to be seen
So take my hand
And take my head
All and everything
I have
I'll be with you
Anywhere
Take my hand
Take my hand
