Escapology

Come on hold my hand, I wanna contact the living. Not sure I understand, This role I've been given. I sit and talk to god And he just laughs at my plans, My head speaks a language, I don't understand. I just wanna feel real love, Feel the home that I

always and forever is forever young your shadow on the pavement the dark side of the sun gotta dream the dream all over and sleep it tight you dont wanna sing the blues in black and white and lets hope that spings eternal for everyone if it aint brok