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I'm packed and I'm holding;
I'm smiling,
she's living,
she's golden;
she lives for me,
says she lives for me.

Ovation:
her own motivation;
she comes 'round and she goes down on me.

And I make her smile like a drug for you,
do ever what you wanna do,
comin' over you.

Keep on smilin' what we go through:
one stop to the rhythm that divides you.

And I speak to you like the chorus to the verse;
drop another line like a coda with a curse;
come on like a freak show takes teh stage,
we give 'em the games we play,
she said:

I want something else
to get my through this
semi-charmed kind of life,
baby, baby;
I want something else;
I'm not listening when you say
goodbye.

The sky was gold,
it was rose;
I was takin' sips of it through my nose.

And I wish I could get back there,
some place back there,
smilin' in the pictures you would take:

Doin' crystal meth will lift you up until you break!

It won't stop,
I won't come down;
I keep stock
with the tick-tock rhythm and a bump for the drop,
and then I bumped up,
I took the hit that I was given,
then I bumped again,
then I bumped again,
I said:

How do I get back there,
to
the place where I fell
asleep inside you?
How do I get myself back to
the place where you said:

I want something else
to get me through this
semi-charmed kind of life,
baby, baby;
I want something else;
I'm not listening when you say
goodbye.

I believe in the sand beneath my toes,
the beach gives a feeling,
and earthy feeling.

I believe in the faith that grows;
and the four right chords can make me cry.

When I'm with you
I feel like I could die;
and that would be alright,
alright.

And when the plane came in
she said she was crashing;
the velvet,
it rips in the city;

We tripped on the urge to feel alive,
but now I'm struggling to survive.

Those days you wearing that velvet dress:
you're the priestess,
I must confess:
those little red panties,
they pass the test;
so slide up 'round the belly
face down on the mattress.

One,
and you hold me,
and we are broken;
still it's all that I wanna do,
just a little now.

Feel myself
head made out of the ground;
I'm scared,
I'm not coming down,
no, no.

And I won't run for my life;
she's got her jaws now
locked down in a smile;
but nothing is alright,
alright.

And I want
something else
to get me through this
life,
baby;
I want
something else;
I'm not listening when you say:

Goodbye;
goodbye;
goodbye;
goodbye.

The sky was gold,
it was rose;
I was takin' sips of it through my nose,
and I wish I could get back there,
some place back there,
in the place where we used to start.

I want something else.