Tous les Garcons et les Filles de mon age....

the things seep through, no sense for me, nothing to do, but I'll be there for you.....................falling, I am falling, leaves and buds surround the space we have chosen.
choosing between this or that, this and that, all of it, you and I, makes no sense for me, nothing to do, but I'll be there, be there.
I remember lillies, midnight blue on the speedway, and your paper dolls.
makes no sense for me, nothing to do, but I'll be here.

"she's not so special, so look what you've done boy.."

"Your eyes can be so cruel, just as I can be so cruel.."

"and she drinks herself up and out of the kitchen chair, and she dances out of time...."