Right Thoughts

When you're half way from a dream Is it hard to work out what is real? Is the real over there more vivid than here ever feels? We could love We could love you If you need somebody to love you While you're looking for somebody to love Sweet love illum

How can I tell you I was wrong? How can I tell you I was wrong? When I am The proudest man Ever born I stand on the horizon I want to step across it with you But when the sun's this low Everything's cold On the line of the horizon Come to me Oh won't

I'll give you each love letter back We'll laugh before every joke is told We'll pose after every photograph Has been removed from the negative (indistinct muttering) With every smile we lose a line Watch the stars fall back into the sky Cork the wine

Ooh, What's the color of the next car? (Yeah, RED, ya bastard) Yeah, RED, ya bastard I don't believe in god, but I believe in this shit Not me I like to bring them down Not me Some fool who dumb dumb do But not, not, not me Uh, some people get a frea

Come home practically all is nearly forgiven Right thoughts Right words Right action Almost everything could be forgotten Right thoughts Right words Right action How can we leave you To a Saturday night or a Sunday Morning? Good morning. This time, s

We are fresh strawberries Fresh burst of red strawberries Ripe, turning riper in the bowl We will soon be rotten We will all be forgotten Half remembered rumours of the old Wouldn't it be easy with Something to believe in that could Give us more Than