A B S O L U T L E Y N O T
a jar full of magic stuff
'cuz you are my sunshine
crumble beneath our skin
& just run along with me
A N D L I F E S T O U G H
and like a small paradise
& B Y T H E W I N D O W !
and take a trip to london
puting som old records on
sitting on the shoulders.
a bottle and some candles
take you stuff and leave
make it seem a bit harder
and there will be light
want somethin out there
& make it stay with you
like beer and a cigarette
like locking yourself out
the streets have no names
