It's everlong
The build is strong
I took a chance
C'mon c'mon
Off with the pants
It's a belief
That I can exist
Content with this release
After one, then comes two
If we're lucky three
What we gonna do?
Foot of the hill
We lie still, it's exhausting
Sticky fingers, smoking gun
I really didn't mean to
Mix your reds with your whites
Instead of with the blues
It kind of changed the times
That you put your clothes on
But that don't bug me so much
I've been guilty of a little bit too much touch
But he don't seem to mind the attention
Seven one number four three one
That's the address, that you can count on
It's always time and time is free
And I'm free too, so what's it gonna be
It's everlong
He's so-so strong, keeps me warm
Toronto's winter's so long
After one sometimes it's done
But don't forget about solitary fun
Not like an addiction
Not like Mounties, being saved
Under a setting sun
There's nothing that compares
When you take it all
Never want to give this up
Even though you always get
To the inevitable spot
Where someone has to leave
And it's a long walk home
I really didn't mean to
Mix your reds with your whites
Instead of with the blues
It kind of changed the times
That you put your clothes on
But that don't bug me so much
I've been guilty of a little bit too much touch
But he don't seem to mind the attention
And it's a long way now
A long way now
The trouble is in trying to keep the love around