Feels good to be alive
right, shout, fight, stay alive

POP MUSIC

Pop music , Pop music
Pop music , I'm singing each day
Pop music , drum in my
brain
Pop music , gonna drive me insane
Pop music , Pop music , Pop music , pop pop music

When I'm drunk at the bar
Pop music , when I'm driving my car
Pop music , feel like a superstar
Pop music , dancing in my bra

Pop music , Pop music , Pop music , pop pop music
Pop music , Pop music , Pop music , pop pop music

I want to be a superstar, giving it up, taking a bow
I want to be a superstar, giving it up, taking a bow

Come and sing along to the sexy little song
Come and sing along to the sexy little song

Yeah I know it's trash
It ain't punk so it's junk
Pop music , it is hard to admit
I know that I love it

Pop music , Pop music , Pop music , pop pop music
Pop music , Pop music , Pop music , pop pop music
Pop music , Pop music , Pop music , pop pop music
Pop music , Pop music , Pop music , pop pop music

A lot of days are gone
Unforgivable
I come undone
You know where I went wrong

My little one
Run, my little one

I think I’m running out of time

Stuck in dreams and fear
I’ll leave it all untold
Our love, my dear
Is sad and fictional

My little one
Run, my little one

I think I’m running out of time

Saw a vision
Within my broken sleep
Looming shadows
Feels like they’re watching me
Pick up my baggage
Strap it onto my back
It’s been a long long road back home But I am coming for you
We will run
Faster than our lungs Living like we’re young Treading ground Chasing down the sun We’re lovers on the run
I won’t chase the past Cos these moments count
I pull you to my chest
Where our heart beats met
Once that fear taught me
Then became my god
But it’s been a long long road back home From the ghost shaped shadows
From the mist in the meadows
They’re chasing hard
I’m running faster
They’re chasing hard
I’m running faster
From the ghost shaped shadows, shadows, From the mist in the meadows

Memory’s fading and hiding away
loving, giving but never hiding away
I never thought I would be such a man
so close to you i can really understand
who you are

Take me further, lift me higher,
Share the dream that you inspired,
Because I feel more than I ever felt,
I feel more than I ever felt.

Written words on photographs scattered all around and over the floor,
Coffee coloured eyes stare back saying no need to go there anymore,
Hope you’d have figured out by now, what you want,
Had a chat with an ethnograph, said I don't want you to lie anymore,

Pen inscriptions in paperbacks written by a hand that’s certainly sure,
Hope you’d have figured out by now, what you want,
Can't take a sincere path in life without hurt,
Said I wouldn't return but lately I, ‘bout to go round a second time,

See off into the dark and circles say, gotta make up your mind,
Written words on photographs scattered all around and over the floor (over the floor),
Coffee coloured eyes stare back saying no need to go there anymore,
Hope you’d have figured out by now, what you want,

Can't take a sincere path in life without hurt,
Said I wouldn't return but lately I, ‘bout to go round a second time (second time),
See off into the dark and circles say, gotta make up your mind,
Said I wouldn't return but lately I, ‘bout to go round a second time (second time),
See off into the dark and circles say, gotta make up your mind,

Oh I just thought I would say, have you tried to play a different way?
Oh coz you might find, yeah it helps to make up your mind,
Oh I thought I would say, have you tried to play a different way?
Oh yeah this time, this time, yeah I gotta make, yeah I gotta make, up my mind.

And I can’t sleep,
From what haunts me in the middle of night,
And I can’t sleep,
All I see is my dreams passing by,
And I can’t sleep,
From what haunts me in the middle of night,
And I can’t sleep,
All I see is my dreams passing by.

And I can’t sleep,
From what haunts me in the middle of night,
And I can’t sleep,
All I see is my dreams passing by,
And I can’t sleep,
From what haunts me in the middle of night,
And I can’t sleep,
All I see is my dreams passing by.

Texarkana en route to New Orleans –
My baby fell from his bike.
And I was told he lay conscious;
And he knew death would arrive.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

From weeping trees blue bottles hang –
And southern grass come covered with mist.
Could he not stay on the road we paved?
The dirt devours those who fall adrift.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

They took his body back to the Golden State;
Where his mother wept a sad goodbye.
And not a dry eye was to be seen –
Unless you looked into my eyes.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…