i don't want to think of fancy things to say
whisper and coo sweet words
of love and life and the everyday kick in the face
no saving no tender talk of tomorrows
no waiting for dropping shoes or lunatics
enough
(more)
pull up the piano and clear out the furniture
let's burn up the living room floor
drop it all in a pile and dance with me
it's like riding a bike
all smooth curves and popping wheelies
same road as before but with a different view
you can even steer because you know the way
and the flame is blinding in case we get lost
remember, sometimes you have to holler
at least that's what you said, so holler,
scream and shout
i'll catch you if you fall
same way you catch me(less)
