Shave my beard
I'll lose a few years
Trying to
Escape Myself
Look in my eyes
Lost in the sands of time
Losing grip
Of reality
We're all just wonderful accidents waiting to happen
I want everything and nothing to do with you
Cover my mouth
With a French moustache
So I can't say
The things I think like
Sparks fly high
In the sky
When I see
Your eyes
We're all just wonderful accidents waiting to happen
I want everything and nothing to do with you