Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality.
Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see,
I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,
Because I’m easy come, easy go,
Little high, little low,
Any way the wind blows doesn’t really matter to me, to me.
Mama, just killed a man, put a gun against his head,
pulled my trigger, now he’s dead.
Can you hear the silence?
Can you see the dark?
Can you fix the broken?
Can you feel… can you feel my heart?
It’s late in the evening
Glass on the side
I’ve been sat with you
For most of the night
Ignoring everybody here
We wish they would disappear
So maybe we could get down now
Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes
But it’s the only thing that I know.
When it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes
It is the only thing that makes us feel alive
When I was six years old I broke my leg
I was running from my brother and his friends
And tasted the sweet perfume of the mountain grass as I rolled down
I was younger then, take me back to when I
Ah-lah-m-lah-lah
Ah-lah-m-lah-lah
I met this girl late last year
She said don’t you worry if I disappear
I told her I’m not really looking for another mistake
I called an old friend thinking that the trouble would wait
But then I jump right in
A week later return
White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light’s gone, day’s end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men
Now I’m in town, break it down, thinking of making a new sound
Playing a different show every night in front of a new crowd
That’s you now, ciao, seems that life is great now
See me lose focus, as I sing to you loud
And I can’t, no, I won’t hush
I’ll say the words that make you blush
I’m gonna sing this now