I always thought of you as my brook wall.
I'm built like an angel Six feet tall
Six feet tall.
And when you grow away, I start to weep.
You're too expensive, got to keep.
It's sweet.
I don't know where to begin Living soon
I've been a jock.
Look where you've been.
I've counted the nights.
I've played many scenes.
How can we talk?
Look where you've been
Take my independent point of view I've loosened my wallet
Thanks to you Don't do me any favors
Hark the herald angels sing
Please appear like broken wings, why don't you look at me?
I will not breathe.
Don't know where to begin.
Living soon.
Talk me in your truck.
Look where you've been.
Calendar nights are playing really soon.
How can we talk?
The queen had told her to the king.
Maybe we'll see.
How can we talk?
Look where you've been On calendar nights
How can we talk?
They are earmuffs.
It might seem a shame that way.
