Some days are tougher than others … I cry like a baby
Can you be too lazy to be all yourself?
I wonder and walk on by the scene that drives me crazy
In the way you once embraced me and in your bookshelf I found help
I want more, oh please give me more
I want more of your wisdom
Now I've got a book full of cure and a bed full of needles
I'm so annoyed by the people we once laughed about
You used to laugh like a child, so wild and oh so crazy
And there'd be no maybe when you started to burst out
I want more, oh please give me more
I want more of your laughter
You said: “Bright eyes will turn to you
Oh bright eyes will turn to you.”