sunday promises I cannot wait till eight and black is black and white is white you can't escape your troubled mind she is climbing in the sea she is swimming in the trees
and everyday is just the last time that I see you and darling, I need a place to stay does your pocket have any space? send me into bed and under the sheets and I heard somewhere that our lips want to meet and I'll make you a coat out of rain I made it with the hell in my veins the words that I should have said go in the back of my head you can leave if you want just leave your little hands with me
you don't need it and I don't want it I don't need it and you don't want it signed teenage love
