Four fifteen
Tossing turnip
Sit and watch you dream
Like a tiger on my knee
Watching mangoes from the tree... drop
I don't stand the ghost of a chance
Without you
Pulled your fangs
Is it hurting?
Couldn't let you grow
Right through me
Watch the planes fly by every hour
And wonder
Why they don't come down to the flowers
And play
We have it all
So stay
Oh, they don't know nothing
Please don't leave
All of my words would be broken
Watch me, I'm skinning the walls
I'll scream the head off a mountain
If your heart is a dance
Let it dance right through me
Eight fifteen
Top of the mornin'
Little eyes, could this be true?
Hello love
Thank God you're awake
Could I please pour some milk on your flakes
Is it me or is the world quaking?
Sit right here and watch me crumbling
I don't stand the ghost of a chance
I don't stand the ghost of a chance
I don't, I don't, I don't...