She far from a saint, she´s all that I need She lost in her thoughts, so hardly she speaks Her mind´s always dirty and her soul´s never free (Woah-woah) She never been a groupie (No way) She just in love with the music She watch depressin´ movies (Always) Somethin´ from the ´30s or the ´40s about a dependent house wife (Woah-woah) She makes up her bed like she makes up her stories Awake through the night, then she high from the morning I wish she could feel me, she never felt nothin´ Knock on her door, she let me come in (Woah)
I wish she would learn to laugh Isolation, she lockin´ the bathroom door
Baby, let´s get stoned Put on a record, can I play you one more song? We can get stoned I swear to God, heaven feels just like home Let´s go home
Yeah And the water, it´s shallow like the lies that she tells Can´t run from your shadow, can´t hide from yourself She hates that she cries when she´s all by herself And she´s always all by herself (Woah-woah) She hardly talks in conversation (No way) But, but when she do, all her words get lost in translation (Always)
No, she can´t move (Woah-woah-woah) ´Cause she paralyzed from fear that she fantasized The doctor tried to analyze They can not find anything that´s wrong with her Her parents never got along with her I had to make this song for her (Woah-woah-woah)
I wish she would learn to laugh Isolation, she lockin´ the bathroom door
Baby, let´s get stoned Put on a record, can I play you one more song? We can get stoned I swear to God, heaven feels just like home Let´s go home Baby, let´s get stoned Put on a record, can I play you one more song?
We can get stoned I swear to God, heaven feels just like home Let´s go home
I wish she would learn to laugh Isolation, she lockin´ the bathroom door
Baby, let´s get stoned Put on a record, can I play you one more song? We can get stoned I swear to God, heaven feels just like home Let´s go home