Hard to hate:

We're going nowhere, that's life.

Now I'm broken in parts, still mending my love:

You'll always be my best friend, it's hard to see you changing though. You're growing up and I did a long time ago. I know that you had to see me make all the same mistakes that you are, but I don't want you to end up getting hurt like I did. I love you, so much. I always will, and I hope you know I could never be dissapointed in you. Please, just be careful.

I live in the clouds. Reality is not for me. People say I should come down. That the clouds are not a place for someone my age to be. I smile at them. Maybe one day, I say maybe one day I will come down. But I never will. Reality is not for me. I shall stay up here. The view is quite breathtaking.

Grandad swoons some off key Willie and Johnny out of tune:

I learned quick what a mess a song can fix when life was shit, we hummed along to it and our problems went na, na, na, na, na, na, gone. That's how we got along, oh we got along. Oh I, got my soul from the ghosts that we're buried on, I get my love from the cemetery, I got my soul from the ghosts we're buried on.

Beat my wings until I die:

The only things I ever want are unattainable.

Lovin' is easy, lovin' is easy and losing it's rough:

I know that love isn't all that we need, but yes she is a fine thing. I'm not as handsome a lover as others, but somehow she finds me. My heart is pulsing and bloody, and beats for nobody specifically. Your love is muddy and jaded, been played in fifty ways, deliver me... tell me your pretty lies. I can tell you mine, I can tell you mine, I can tell you lies. Tell me your pretty lies. Tell me what I want, what I really want, what I want to hear.

It could be white like the snow is, or dark like i know is a lover's heart. What's been made a fool of, but ain't it the fool that gets all of the lover's parts? It's gettting hard to remember the lies from December, you promised then. We needed lovin' so badly, we pretended that we had it when... you told me those pretty lies. I can tell you mine, I can tell you mine, I can tell you lies. Tell me your pretty lies. Tell me what I want, what I really want.

Wide awake, a long time coming. We lie and wait, a long time coming. We're wide awake, a long time coming. We lie and wait, a long time coming. We're wide awake, a long time coming, we lie and wait a long time coming. It's been a long time coming...

Whoever believes that lovin' is free hasn't ever slept with me. The birds and bees are our disease, contracted collectively. And we're reborn in the morning with no or little warning, lover please, don't fall in love with me. But if you think you might, it's alright, I wouldn't mind. I heard this story from a couple friends of mine, that you believe yourself, the very lies you tell. But don't I love it when you're spinning them, I start in grinning when I see you look up to the left, tell me you want me like the oxygen in every breath. Say that I'm needed like the landlord on the 30th, I don't believe you, but its still nice. Your eyes tell mine... such pretty lies. Tell me your pretty lies. I can tell you mine, I can tell you mine, I can tell you lines. Flash me those pretty eyes. Tell me what I want, what I really want, what I want to hear. Your lies, lies, lies, lies, lies.