Now I believe that what I used to think was a lie,
is really alive.
Now I can see there’s only one place to reach,
only one thing to preach and that’s the highest.
It’s the strangest thing that I can feel so much.

There is no reason, there is no logic to feelings,
’cause when love is the dealer I’m addicted.
So fascinated, I can’t stop this constant craving,
you’re contagious.

It’s the strangest thing that I can feel so much
for someone, somehow.
It’s the strangest thing that I can feel so much
for someone, somehow.

And I cannot hide, even if I’d try.
You mean everything to me.
Any fool can see, what you’ve done to me.
You mean everything to me.
And when you’re not here, I just cry.
And when you’re not here, I could die.

The best is still to come dear.
The best is still to come for us.
The best is still to come dear.
The best is still to come.

It’s the strangest thing that I can feel so much
for someone, somehow.
It’s the strangest thing that I can feel so much
for someone, somehow.

And I cannot hide, even if I’d try.
You mean everything to me.
Any fool can see, what you’ve done to me.
You mean everything to me.
And when you’re not here, I just cry.
And when you’re not here, I could die.

I could die, I could die, I could die.

And I cannot hide, even if I’d try.

Everything by Anouk

Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog,
where no one notices the contrast of white on white.
And in between the moon and you, the angels get a better view.
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.
I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again.
Where? I don’t know.
Maria says she’s dying, through the door I hear her crying.
Why? I don’t know.

Round here we always stand up straight,
round here something radiates.

Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand.
She said shed like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis.
She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land.
Just like she’s walking on a wire in the circus.
She parks her car outside of my house,
takes her clothes off,
says she’s close to understanding Jesus.
She knows she’s more than just a little misunderstood,
she has trouble acting normal when she’s nervous.

Round here were carving out our names,
round here we all look the same.
Round here we talk just like lions,
but we sacrifice like lambs.
Round here she’s slipping through my hands.

Sleeping children better run like the wind,
out of the lightning dream.
Mama’s little baby better get herself in,
out of the lightning.

She says it’s only in my head.
She says “shhh, I know, it’s only in my head,”
But the girl on car in the parking lot says
“man you should try to take a shot,
can’t you see my walls are crumbling?”
Then she looks up at the building and says she’s thinking of jumping.
She says shes tired of life, she must be tired of something.

Round here she’s always on my mind,
round here, hey man got lots of time.
Round here we’re never sent to bed early
and nobody makes us wait.
Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late.
I can’t see nothing, nothing round here.
Catch me if I’m falling…

Round Here by the Counting Crows

Lost in time, I can’t count the words
I said when I thought they went unheard.
All of those harsh thoughts so unkind,
cos I wanted you.

And now I sit here, I’m all alone.
So here sits a bloody mess, tears fly home.
A circle of angels, deep in war,
cos I wanted you

Weak as I am, no tears for you.
Weak as I am, no tears for you.
Deep as I am, I’m no-one’s fool.
Weak as I am.

So what am I now, I’m love last home,
I’m all of the soft words I once owned.
If I opened my heart, there’d be no space for air,
cos I wanted you

Weak as I am, no tears for you.
Weak as I am, no tears for you.
Deep as I am, I’m no-one’s fool.
Weak as I am.

In this tainted soul,
in this weak young heart,
am I too much for you?

In this tainted soul,
in this weak young heart,
am I too much for you?

In this tainted soul,
in this weak young heart,
am I too much for you?

Weak as I am,
weak as I am,
weak as I am,
weak as I am, am, am.

Weak as I am,
am I too much for you?
Weak as I am,
am I too much for you?
Weak as I am,
am I too much for you?
Weak as I am,
am I too much for you?
Weak as I am.

Weak by Skunk Anansie