We all for something
Heads high in the clouds



She wants for something
The way she calls to me
But you can't see
What could it be
The tales she tells you
right through the glass house
They all seem so merry
Just take liquor and kiss her
Heal your Saturday night fever
And wake up to miss her
Can't find her
They say you just missed her
Damn poor mister you just another
One of her make believe

But thats just how it's goes
Like those all folks say
They say they say
Wide eyes tell lies
Thats all I wanna see
But no one knows
About the trouble I

Tasteless sugar in my mout