You are the sun to me, burdened with gasoline.
Am a tantrum-laden victim.
Silence will save the day. Don't take your love away.
I am purpose without notice.
But can you change the world with a song, if nobody's listening?
How can I be right without a wrong, and who is your victim?
You are the moon to me, drowning in kerosene.
Am a bitchin'-coma system.
I've fallen from the tree. Please put your faith in me.
Be my angel and my savior.
This is the last design, sent with a smile in mind.
Can I take up all your make-up?
But can you change the world with a song, if nobody's listening?