Well every time you took me to the lies of your bed you know I tried to do it every time you read but all of your words that came down like your smiles trickled through the morphine and tried to make a crime I don't expect to suggest that we're through you know I can live without you if you do but tell me that the temperature is rising in your head tell me the blood is not to be misled All these little boys coming through the cracks trying to pick up the things, perform or be slack I can see the broken fences right down to the line green like a mind that said it never was retired I know I know I know it's true all the things you thought about what you could do and when the clouds separated in comes the sun hurry through the song that a girl once sung she's the reason why I'm trying to make it alright trying to drive through to Croatia tonight wanna lie beside her with the wind in my hand try to be the stereotype with a plan but my love of god and my god is love that's why I'm doing all the things of the above don't you expect to make a phone call tonight treat me like a motherf**er who is right Oh I know we're gonna be the lucky ones Every time the future comes into my past I know you should sing about things that will last I got a prize in neverneverland, took a tattoo and tried to make a new friend you can see the ideas coming right through the gla** everyone sings about something that past but I don't decide whether I can believe take me to your bed and show me some trees where I can build a fort and build you a home try to tell you that there's nobody alone you're like the blood that lives inside my bed I need to tell you that you are not misled oh I know we're gonna be the lucky ones