Why so empty...?

I told you - I can tell you

what to do - when I hold you

and I tell you "I love you"

I feel that I'm way you do...



Give a grasp of life today

when you're in the milky way

oh, try to please! Knock on wood of the trees

glad you, mould you, mould you and hold you

means five miles

and everyway for you