Good days, might
Come and go
But there’s always something better Right here
When you’re feeling low
Maybe we can get together
I don’t know

It’s always hard,
To watch you go,
But I know you like me better
When you’re on your own
When your alone
But I’ll be right here in the meantime

I wanna go with you
I want some slow kissing yeah
I wanna go with you
I wanna be next to you

Bad days,
Incline, running
Out the clock is a waste of
time, If your ceiling’s high
I’ll spend a little more than a little while
If you don’t mind
We can get together
In the meantime

I wanna go with you
I want some slow kissing yeah I wanna go with you
I wanna be next to you
Ooh ooh ooh

You’re so distracting
I can’t get a break
Like molecules interacting
You spin around inside my head

I just want to get a reaction
But you just turn away
I’m lost, in inaction
I guess I got it wrong again

Please believe me Camille
/ have you been dreaming Camille

I’m running without any traction
Pick me up on your way
You toss me like I’m out of fashion
Everybody leaves their own bad taste

You’re indifferent with a passion
But I know you remember my middle name
It feels like the world is collapsing
But you think I’m just playing games

Have you been dreaming Camille

Elody wrote
Me a long letter
She said I hope
That you feeling better
Her handwriting is appalling
But it says something that she can’t say when she’s calling

Sometimes you know
Sometimes you don’t know
But Elody I know, Elody I know

Elody wrote
Me a long letter
She said she hopes that I won’t forget her
She knows we’re in trouble lately
But some things are better off complicated
Sometimes you know

Sometimes you don’t know
But Elody I know,
Elody I know

I’ve lived in the lonely city
I crawled out from the lonely city, singin’...

Now I’m back in my hometown county
Doin’ jack in my hometown county, singin’...

I can’t make no God damn money
I just can’t make no money, singin’...

I travel to the busy city,
I crawl out to the busy city, singin’...

There I’m gonna make me some money,
People there gonna give me some money, while they’re singin’...

Got a song for the busy city,
I wrote a song for the busy city,
But will they ever stop and listen...? Please stop and listen...

I wouldn’t mind dancing like we own the place,
Running from another race.
But you, wouldn’t see, prancing like you own the place.
Trying to fake a friendly face.
And I’m free,
singing for today
Singing all the same
I’m not yet far away.
But could it be I’m free?
Singing for today?
Singing all the same
I’m heading far away.

So, it wouldn’t dry. Find the time another day.
Fill the hole another way.
They’re asking how will it work?
Finally slip away again.
Trying to find my way again.
And I’m free…
Don’t follow me anywhere
Don’t say “how will I find my way back home?” today.
Nobody really knows me anyway
Don’t want to stay so I’m on my way from home, I’m far away.

He’s grown too big for his boots
Can’t swing a cat before he shoots
Fly over here, I’ll hide in there
Take a swig of beer and he’ll fly again,
To maybe who knows where?

So why don’t we take off and fly there?
Why don’t we fall in and dive out?
Why don’t we sit back again?

They’ve gone away and left the dog
Walk in and find he’d laid a log
Wake up the mail man’s stole your milk
We drink up. We all together will,
Not long, but still…