Never a heaven an age old question
Written from a cold place
I feel sour I need a shower
Or just a slap in the face
Circumstance has left romance

And a puzzle in front of me
Who knows the ending, if the truth need
bending, A lie is the tool that you´ll need

Refrain

So I´m under a mountain
Stuck to this mattress
Perfume and valium

What makes a Sunday different from Monday
Could be a look in her eyes
In need of flattery she changes batteries
So that her light will shine
The words she utters either so flows or
stutters
They´re either silly or wise
Anger with concern

But never to yearn
Only to be by your side

Lay down with number 13
Its a cold gray shame