(Laura Branigan/Brian Becvar) You don't act the same And your eyes have changed I don't want to hear the words you say I don't want to know the pain
Who was it organizing the right To follow my leader? Seems we look and stand around waiting For a sign from God Speaking for myself The Christian need
tried to write a love song i wanted it to be just right tried to make it beautiful but all i could think of was our last fight i was going to play it
I almost dialed your number When I thought the coast was clear 'Cause it's looked up for so long at me And said, "Call me please" But the place was closing
I'm carving pumpkins, It's almost Halloween. All my friends are wondering what they're gonna be. The Monster Mash is playing. You're moving to the beat
Many nights, I've stood here by this window Wondering if I'd always be alone No one here to share this lonely bedroom But that was long before she came
No more gods No more graves Are you friend or fiend? No more life No more death Somewhere in between No more gods No more graves Are you friend or fiend
I was almost head over heels I was almost the man of your dreams And you almost had me sprung You were almost my only one Just about had me hooked 'Til
I'm not coming down No matter what you I like it up here without you Go light, Mister Bellamy We'll have you down soon No one to tell me what to do No
Remember when we held on in the rain The night we almost lost it Once again we can take the night Into tomorrow living on feelings Touching you I feel
No, we don't need no more trouble We ain't the problem nigga We don't need no more trouble, no more trouble I ain't the problem Solve me, if I am ever
I'm almost crazy almost crazy Couldn't go to sleep last night walked the floor until the daylight Thinkin' how it used to be when you were here with me
I almost got drunk at school at 14 Where I almost made out with the homecoming queen Who almost went on to be miss texas But lost to a slut with much
I can almost hear your voice in the morning Softly, whispering my name And I can almost taste the sweetest of your kisses And I can feel you touching
Narcissistic, anorexic, so unstuck but so pretty I love you [Incomprehensible] you're the only truth in this city Don't ever change Don't change good
Almost blue Almost doin' things we used to do There's a boy here and he's almost you Almost all the things that your eyes once promised I see in his
All my life I've been poor boy son, scratching for my meat I have been kicked in my teeth till the blood run hot and sweet Seen a lot of living my friends
Almost blue, almost doing things we used to do There's a boy here and he's almost you Almost all the things that your eyes once promised I see in his