Lately I've seen lots of running around
I've seen bubblegum on the ground
I see how the others live now
And I know they dont want the truth anymore
Say that's what the channels are for
So Miss can I show you the door
Excuse me Joanna, or Miss Louisiana, whatever face it is
Won't you give me a hand, I need to understand
Why the ocean looks like this
And all I have to do is to walk back home
Find my young, infected soul
All I need from you is one more chance
To take the world with both my hands
My old hands
Lady you're giving me stress everyday
Your makeup might get you a raise
It won't fill the big empty space
So far I've listenned to all of the songs
Of Jimmy, of Jackson, of John
I still don't know where we went wrong
I'm sorry professor or picture on my dresser, whatever face it is
Won't you give me your hand, I need to understand
Why the forest looks like this
All I have to do is to walk back home
Find my young, infected soul
All I need from you is one more chance
To take the world with both my hands
My old hands
Oh the tide rolls in
And I watch it fall away
Till light goes dim
Oh it seems the sky
Takes the worry and the past out of my mind
All I have to do is to walk back home
Find my young, infected soul
All I need from you is one more chance
To take the world with both my hands
My old hands
My old hands
My old hands
My old hands
My old hands
