The Second Worst
Fire flowing, like liquid ecstasy,
I think of you and it fills me...
Music's not music unless it's inspired,
words mean less if I didn't write them...
It's not something that can just be admired...
they have to be understood.
Your lips, so soft; eyes, so happy.
Ohhh...from this feeling I'll never be free...
Goodbye sunshine, goodbye rain.
No more sinning, no more pain...
I think of you and it fills me...
Music's not music unless it's inspired,
words mean less if I didn't write them...
It's not something that can just be admired...
they have to be understood.
Your lips, so soft; eyes, so happy.
Ohhh...from this feeling I'll never be free...
Goodbye sunshine, goodbye rain.
No more sinning, no more pain...