In a dream that I can't seem to shake
she is, she is standing, alone.
why she cries, i just don't know.
by the fence i see tears in her eyes,
what a mess that i make of my days.
then there's you, you're a mess to be made
a mess to be made
and the dream starts to fade, away. so you're leaving for months at a time, i
once you're gone
i'll help you out the door.
please, could you please come back home?
i just stare out the window. trying to save myself, save myself.
then there's you, you're a mess to be made
a canvas only paint could change
What a mess that I make of my days, well here it goesand a voice on the other, end of the phone
says
I was raised, on something that you'll never know.
i'd hate this place if it weren't for the waves
where they measure a man on, the money he spends
if it weren't for, the fact that, we love it.
well my love, it's not a bank statement.
what a mess that I make of my days, trying to save myself, save myself
then there's you, you're a mess to be made
a mess to be made, a mess to be made
and the dream starts to fade, away.
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