Rice Is Nice
I don't want to talk about it I don't want to talk about it
I don't want to talk about it I don't want to know.
She goes.
In June.
And so do we.
Help me find my simile.
Tomorrow Never Knows
When you're swallowing all your pride
Do you need somewhere
A place to hide
A smile from your face
Where the light comes shining through
All its strength it came from you
It's lost now all that age before I knew you
Is it that forever is hard to find
You made me recognise what I'd been leaving far behind
Is it closing in on you like it was on me
This time I'm saved by the music
Saved by the song we can sing
This time I'm saved by the music
Saved by the song that you bring
When you're following all life's lies
And find its meaning
The trut
Do you need somewhere
A place to hide
A smile from your face
Where the light comes shining through
All its strength it came from you
It's lost now all that age before I knew you
Is it that forever is hard to find
You made me recognise what I'd been leaving far behind
Is it closing in on you like it was on me
This time I'm saved by the music
Saved by the song we can sing
This time I'm saved by the music
Saved by the song that you bring
When you're following all life's lies
And find its meaning
The trut