Cuz dafodils and roses
Are all very nice
But they won't tell you where I am
They won't get in between my
Red fire and a magnetic force
I need to be
I need to be uncontrollably torn
Uncontrollably torn
Uncontrollably
We'll settle in your couch
You know I got some questions
About some dreams you had
I think you forgot to mention
A lemonade you hold
And now there's no one listening
Well, just a vacant space
With wall and paint that's chipping
The clock's a-striking three
And there's no way I'm proving
That doesn't falls on you
And all that you have moving
Little me with all of all your expectations
Well, just remember now
I got your emancipation, yeah
