An understanding simplifying in me With the feelings taking shape and the dramas in your face And this talk of all your need to be free I can't even sing to your melody And these dark halls don't help The indecency sells And it goes And it goes enough with saying 1, 2 1, 2, 34 and high time We'll never make it sound the same 1, 2, 1, 2, 34 and high time 1, 2, 34 and skyline We'll never make it sound the same We talk about too many things to improve And these cards taking forever to hold down And I can't remember where when your cause is always there He's out there he's looking for lost girls You stand there wanting, wanting to be found.