I feel alive for the first time in months
I look at girls but all of their love is
Not enough
I used to think I was a chosen one
You broke my heart I’m just a Dutch man’s song
I barely lift a finger at a nine to five
I got a sinking feeling I’m not really alive
It’s getting rough
We walked out the door and down the street
I looked you in the eyes and kissed both of your cheeks
It just feels right
The past six months I’ve been sizing you up
You’d look great next to me when I’m waking up
From a dream
Lift me back to the place I know
Where all the dead people are shoveling snow
In the morning light
We work for money and wish for fame
We want the whole world to adore our name
It’s a crush
Jesus loves me so I’m told
But where’d he come from and where the hell did he go?
