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can't go back to cleavelanduntil we soak that southern sunmaybe we can face ityou're no useand i'm no funwe were never holy ghostsand we are not sinnin sonsyou are not a boxerand i am not a bedden onebut i'd have fought like hellif i had knowncause you're the only match i've ever knownsleep in seperate bedroomsor we could sleep in seperate townsit's keepin me from sleepinthe thought of you sleepin aroundstill, and warm, and soft, and solidfeet firm on the groundyou say "where's our anger gone?"well, it's burrowing deep downcause i am not afraid of letting goi'm just afraid of losing what i knowlove you, learn it's somethingto be earned and spent and lostyou can say "it's fucked up"but you can't afford the costSongtextewe could build a buildingif we hadn't such soft armskiss you in my parents houseso open, brave, and warmi am not a fool, i say "i know you'll slip away"and all the best that i can do thenis stay in bed all dayand then one morningi'll wake up and then i'll feel okayone morning down the roadi will wake up and feel okay Aus Songtexte Mania