Forty leaves on a smallest square

sweeping clouds on an evening's end

he's the boy with right hand

he's the one with the left arm

on the phone in the afternoon

will you put a name on my voice

I'm the boy with the apple tree

I'll stay far but I'll be there soon

 

I'm on the wrong schedule

passing calls through the night

I'm on my way to a fight

but what it's like to face the wall

I'm climbing up the street

I'm close to nothing at all

I'm on my own schedule

and those times are off the wall

 

Forty times in the same old wave

pasting moons on a broken screen

He's the boy with the left wing

He's the one meant to be saved

forty leaves on the three first steps

sweeping hopes on an evening's end

he's the boy with right hand

he's the one with the left arm

Forty leaves on a smallest square

sweeping clouds on an evening's end

he's the boy with right hand

he's the one with the left arm

on the phone in the afternoon

will you put a name on my voice

I'm the boy with the apple tree

I'll stay far but I'll be there soon

 

I'm on the wrong schedule

passing calls through the night

I'm on my way to a fight

but what it's like to face the wall

I'm climbing up the street

I'm close to nothing at all

I'm on my own schedule

and those times are off the wall

 

Forty times in the same old wave

pasting moons on a broken screen

He's the boy with the left wing

He's the one meant to be saved

forty leaves on the three first steps

sweeping hopes on an evening's end

he's the boy with right hand

he's the one with the left arm

Forty leaves on a smallest square

sweeping clouds on an evening's end

he's the boy with right hand

he's the one with the left arm

on the phone in the afternoon

will you put a name on my voice

I'm the boy with the apple tree

I'll stay far but I'll be there soon

 

I'm on the wrong schedule

passing calls through the night

I'm on my way to a fight

but what it's like to face the wall

I'm climbing up the street

I'm close to nothing at all

I'm on my own schedule

and those times are off the wall

 

Forty times in the same old wave

pasting moons on a broken screen

He's the boy with the left wing

He's the one meant to be saved

forty leaves on the three first steps

sweeping hopes on an evening's end

he's the boy with right hand

he's the one with the left arm

Forty leaves on a smallest square

sweeping clouds on an evening's end

he's the boy with right hand

he's the one with the left arm

on the phone in the afternoon

will you put a name on my voice

I'm the boy with the apple tree

I'll stay far but I'll be there soon

 

I'm on the wrong schedule

passing calls through the night

I'm on my way to a fight

but what it's like to face the wall

I'm climbing up the street

I'm close to nothing at all

I'm on my own schedule

and those times are off the wall

 

Forty times in the same old wave

pasting moons on a broken screen

He's the boy with the left wing

He's the one meant to be saved

forty leaves on the three first steps

sweeping hopes on an evening's end

he's the boy with right hand

he's the one with the left arm

Forty leaves on a smallest square

sweeping clouds on an evening's end

he's the boy with right hand

he's the one with the left arm

on the phone in the afternoon

will you put a name on my voice

I'm the boy with the apple tree

I'll stay far but I'll be there soon

 

I'm on the wrong schedule

passing calls through the night

I'm on my way to a fight

but what it's like to face the wall

I'm climbing up the street

I'm close to nothing at all

I'm on my own schedule

and those times are off the wall

 

Forty times in the same old wave

pasting moons on a broken screen

He's the boy with the left wing

He's the one meant to be saved

forty leaves on the three first steps

sweeping hopes on an evening's end

he's the boy with right hand

he's the one with the left arm

Forty leaves on a smallest square

sweeping clouds on an evening's end

he's the boy with right hand

he's the one with the left arm

on the phone in the afternoon

will you put a name on my voice

I'm the boy with the apple tree

I'll stay far but I'll be there soon

 

I'm on the wrong schedule

passing calls through the night

I'm on my way to a fight

but what it's like to face the wall

I'm climbing up the street

I'm close to nothing at all

I'm on my own schedule

and those times are off the wall

 

Forty times in the same old wave

pasting moons on a broken screen

He's the boy with the left wing

He's the one meant to be saved

forty leaves on the three first steps

sweeping hopes on an evening's end

he's the boy with right hand

he's the one with the left arm

Chalalala ouh whisper is stolen

Chalalala ouh whisper is stolen

Chalalala ouh whisper is stolen

Chalalala ouh whisper is stolen

Chalalala ouh whisper is stolen

Chalalala ouh whisper is stolen

Chalalala ouh whisper is stolen

Chalalala ouh whisper is stolen

Chalalala ouh whisper is stolen

Chalalala ouh whisper is stolen

Chalalala ouh whisper is stolen

Chalalala ouh whisper is stolen

On my way to Silverlake I'm driving in my car,
What decision should I make before I go too far

Should I run
Or move forward
Will you run
Or take my hand in yours

You leave me depth and blind you know
You play me like a child
You broke into my house and even stole my guitar

I better run

Now I'm standing at your door
I'm feeling ready to cry
Just to know that I want more
Makes me shivering inside

Should I run
Or move forward
Will you run
Or take my hand in yours

You leave me depth and blind you know
You play me like a child
You broke into my house and even stole my guitar

I better run
Will you run
Or take my hand in yours

Common baby, just one more time
You got to do it evernight
Whenever you think it’s right
Common baby, just one more time

You got the soul to do the wapapapapadoo, wooo !

I need it baby, won’t you be mine
I need it baby, makes me feel fine
You got to know it’s a kind of light
In the darkness of the night
I need it baby, makes me feel fine

You got the mojo to do the wapapapapadoo, wooo !

Common baby, just one more time
Common baby, just one more time

You got the heart to do the wapapapapadoo, wooo !

Common baby, just one more time
You got to do it evernight
Whenever you think it’s right
Common baby, just one more time

You got the soul to do the wapapapapadoo, wooo !

I need it baby, won’t you be mine
I need it baby, makes me feel fine
You got to know it’s a kind of light
In the darkness of the night
I need it baby, makes me feel fine

You got the mojo to do the wapapapapadoo, wooo !

Common baby, just one more time
Common baby, just one more time

You got the heart to do the wapapapapadoo, wooo !

Common baby, just one more time
You got to do it evernight
Whenever you think it’s right
Common baby, just one more time

You got the soul to do the wapapapapadoo, wooo !

I need it baby, won’t you be mine
I need it baby, makes me feel fine
You got to know it’s a kind of light
In the darkness of the night
I need it baby, makes me feel fine

You got the mojo to do the wapapapapadoo, wooo !

Common baby, just one more time
Common baby, just one more time

You got the heart to do the wapapapapadoo, wooo !

Common baby, just one more time
You got to do it evernight
Whenever you think it’s right
Common baby, just one more time

You got the soul to do the wapapapapadoo, wooo !

I need it baby, won’t you be mine
I need it baby, makes me feel fine
You got to know it’s a kind of light
In the darkness of the night
I need it baby, makes me feel fine

You got the mojo to do the wapapapapadoo, wooo !

Common baby, just one more time
Common baby, just one more time

You got the heart to do the wapapapapadoo, wooo !

When I walk in the streets of Tokyo
Well I’m not really there
When I hold her, I hold her tight
Cos she’s no longer there
Sit by me I’m all alone
When you sleep musing on
So muse on me and make it fun
Cos on monday, I’ll be gone
Well I feel quite dirty on my own
Cos I fear musing on
You know there’s only dust of a shagger
In your old and sad teenager
Sit by me I’m all alone
When you lie to me creeping round
Anyway are people lovers
When they’ve known each other for a year

Misty old river will not let me in.
Through the beauty of its colors
It knows that I’m clean
And when I go down there
And I wet (wash) my hands in,
There’s only mud that soils my white skin.
I ‘ve made myself quite a dirty bad boy.
‘Was always pissing rivers
On the things I enjoyed.
I’ve never braved my own body,
Stood in the fear of its pain.
I’ve never hurt it or fallen down in a faint.

Mmmmh

Misty old river, now that I’m on my knees,
Turm me into water and lead me to seas
Like every young sinner,I wanna drown my own tears.
I wanna live in the greatest of ease.

Mmmmh

Misty old river will not let me in.
Through the beauty of its colors
It knows that I’m clean
And when I go down there
And I wet (wash) my hands in,
There’s only mud that soils my white skin.
I ‘ve made myself quite a dirty bad boy.
‘Was always pissing rivers
On the things I enjoyed.
I’ve never braved my own body,
Stood in the fear of its pain.
I’ve never hurt it or fallen down in a faint.

Mmmmh

Misty old river, now that I’m on my knees,
Turm me into water and lead me to seas
Like every young sinner,I wanna drown my own tears.
I wanna live in the greatest of ease.

Mmmmh

Misty old river will not let me in.
Through the beauty of its colors
It knows that I’m clean
And when I go down there
And I wet (wash) my hands in,
There’s only mud that soils my white skin.
I ‘ve made myself quite a dirty bad boy.
‘Was always pissing rivers
On the things I enjoyed.
I’ve never braved my own body,
Stood in the fear of its pain.
I’ve never hurt it or fallen down in a faint.

Mmmmh

Misty old river, now that I’m on my knees,
Turm me into water and lead me to seas
Like every young sinner,I wanna drown my own tears.
I wanna live in the greatest of ease.

Mmmmh

Misty old river will not let me in.
Through the beauty of its colors
It knows that I’m clean
And when I go down there
And I wet (wash) my hands in,
There’s only mud that soils my white skin.
I ‘ve made myself quite a dirty bad boy.
‘Was always pissing rivers
On the things I enjoyed.
I’ve never braved my own body,
Stood in the fear of its pain.
I’ve never hurt it or fallen down in a faint.

Mmmmh

Misty old river, now that I’m on my knees,
Turm me into water and lead me to seas
Like every young sinner,I wanna drown my own tears.
I wanna live in the greatest of ease.

Mmmmh

Misty old river will not let me in.
Through the beauty of its colors
It knows that I’m clean
And when I go down there
And I wet (wash) my hands in,
There’s only mud that soils my white skin.
I ‘ve made myself quite a dirty bad boy.
‘Was always pissing rivers
On the things I enjoyed.
I’ve never braved my own body,
Stood in the fear of its pain.
I’ve never hurt it or fallen down in a faint.

Mmmmh

Misty old river, now that I’m on my knees,
Turm me into water and lead me to seas
Like every young sinner,I wanna drown my own tears.
I wanna live in the greatest of ease.

Mmmmh

Misty old river will not let me in.
Through the beauty of its colors
It knows that I’m clean
And when I go down there
And I wet (wash) my hands in,
There’s only mud that soils my white skin.
I ‘ve made myself quite a dirty bad boy.
‘Was always pissing rivers
On the things I enjoyed.
I’ve never braved my own body,
Stood in the fear of its pain.
I’ve never hurt it or fallen down in a faint.

Mmmmh

Misty old river, now that I’m on my knees,
Turm me into water and lead me to seas
Like every young sinner,I wanna drown my own tears.
I wanna live in the greatest of ease.

Mmmmh

Misty old river will not let me in.
Through the beauty of its colors
It knows that I’m clean
And when I go down there
And I wet (wash) my hands in,
There’s only mud that soils my white skin.
I ‘ve made myself quite a dirty bad boy.
‘Was always pissing rivers
On the things I enjoyed.
I’ve never braved my own body,
Stood in the fear of its pain.
I’ve never hurt it or fallen down in a faint.

Mmmmh

Misty old river, now that I’m on my knees,
Turm me into water and lead me to seas
Like every young sinner,I wanna drown my own tears.
I wanna live in the greatest of ease.

Mmmmh

Coz all our pretty bad things are over
I will make you feel much lighter
much easy, much happier
 
Now that I'm a man
and still a lover

Coz all our pretty bad things are over
I will make you feel much lighter
much easy, much happier
 
Now that I'm a man
and still a lover

If I’d ever try to name
What’s getting out of me,
I would never feel the same,
even pretty free.

They did question me about the calls I used to give to my old friend Satan.
And the fear of god and his heary son tried to kill the inspiration on the run.

You keep it in, don’t let in out, hold your anger in
Pack your will and every doubt : the boy you’ve always been

They’re gonna grab your hand and strap it on the basis of this wonderful pyramid.
They’re gonna give you all the money you need ,swear you’ll never be off one’s feed.

I made a way under a cloud,
Kept a hidden place in me
Never really talked out loud,
Tried to keep some energy

And  several times i’ve nearly lost what is now my only reason of living
I made a way under a cloud, no sun came in to pick up my writing

You who we believe in,
Keep your mouth in use.
You never got to be seen
When you got to choose.

You will find the day to make yourself alone and go by the river.
You will find out you’re not old yet and there’s a heart in the water waiting to be set.

Did you ever really guess
We’re our own enemies ?
Keep ourself out of the mess,
Head out of the bees.