Here's another Sunday morning call, you hear your header banging on the door. Slip your shoes on and then out you crawl, into a day that couldn't give you more. But what for? And in your head, do you feel what you're not supposed to feel? And you take what you want, but you don't get it for free. You need more time, because your thoughts and words won't last forever more. And I'm not sure if it'll ever work out fine, but it's okay. It's alright. When you're lonely and you start to hear, the little voices in your head at night. You will only sniff away the tears, so you can dance until the morning light. And what for? And in your head, do you feel what you're not supposed to feel? And you take what you want, but you won't get it for free. You need more time, because your thoughts and words won't last forever more. And I'm not sure if it'll ever work out fine, but it's okay. It's alright. Guitar solo. And in your head, do you feel what you're not supposed to feel? And you take what you want, but you won't get it for free. You need more time, because your thoughts and words won't last forever more. And I'm not sure if it'll ever, ever, ever work out right. If it'll ever, ever, ever work out right. If it'll ever, ever, ever work out right.