God only knows what
What I will do with you
God only knows what
What I will do with you
These crooked legs won't walk on the sand
And the words they don't make any sound
It all looks different these days
But it's still the same, it's still the same
So miss me, let me go
Said the man with the book of spells
No time to waste on sorrow
So miss me, let me go
These crooked legs won't walk on the sand
And the words they don't make any sound
It all looks different these days
But it's still the same, it's still the same
Everybody's home, now
Everybody's home, now
Everybody's home, now
Everybody's home
