All our times have come
Here but now they’re gone
Seasons don’t fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain
We can be like they are

Come on baby

Go and close the curtains - it's getting too bright.
We need some music.
Let's stay up all night.
Put the lights back on - i can't see your face.
Can you feel it?

Oh well here she comes now oh i'm on the run now
Pretending just pretending that i don't see her
Just to teach her but darling how much longer
Can i keep on living this lie

Oh do you know
where to go
where to go

Something on your mind
wanna leave me behind
wanna leave me behind

You're spinning me around

Intro/chorus:

Somebody told me that this rap shit was fun
You get to smoke weed and hold big guns
Stand on stage rockin your timbs wit your sons

featuring Faith Evans
(David F. Paich)


It's not your situation
I just need contemplation
Over you
I'm not so systematic

George died in the fifth grade
No one ever knew why
He was out selling lemonade
On the fourth of july and he died

Sister claire said that he was
An angel on earth

Satan's veil, the night so red
Another creature sighted
The night's alright, the music's loud
The feeling is so right
Mission: destroy aliens
Mission: destroy aliens

On a thousand islands in the sea
I see a thousand people just like me
A hundred unions in the snow
I watch them walking, falling in a row
We live always underground

Take me, dance for me.

Think I'll put you with my demons,
Think I'll nail you to the floor,
I've been watching you for seasons,
I've been watching you too long.