Tonight the tv is my friendlife’s misdemeanourswon’t let the
magic insome inspirationthen it stopsbut when the rain it
comesit never wants to stopsleep sleepit doesn’t hurt to be here
any moresleep sleepa box of you is lying on the floorgod wants to
know the long weekendhe’ll get to know his sonjesus as a
friendall superheroes fast asleepit gets so busy seven days a
weeksleep sleepit doesn’t hurt to be here any moresleep sleepa
box of you is lying on the floorfor all misguided
modestiesillusions of the pastnot everything that’s meant to
beis always going to lastI love youI love to turn you onI love
to turn you on