WHAT

 YOU DRIVE MR CRAZY

YOU DRIVE ME INSAINE

YOU TURN MY WORLD

INTO A SHIT STORM

FROM WHICH I CAN NEVER RETURN

BUT LIKE A FOOL  I FIND MYSELF

BACK WITH YOU AGAIN

BECAUSE SOME TIMES

ITS WHAT THESE TWO WORLDS NEED TO SURVIVE

SHOULD I BE THE ONE

TO GIVE IT ALL IN

OR SHOULD I BE THE ONE

WHO JUST KEEPS GOING ON FOR YOU

TOO  MANY THINGS HAVE CHANGED

TO PUT IT BACK TOGETHER AGAIN

AND NOW I LAY IN BED  AT NIGHT WITH THE BLUES CRASHING IN

YESTERDAY AINT TODAY

TOMORROW TOO FAR AWAY

I WANT TO GO BACK

AND SEE YOURE FACE

BEFORE YOU FADE AWAY

I SEAT AT THIS OLD WOODED TABLE

I EAT WHEN IM ABLE

MEMORIES COME FLOODING BACK

LIKE CAIN AND ABLE

I RUN MY HANDS ACROSS THE GRAIN

I CAN HEAR THE TALK WE MADE OF FUTURE PLANS

WHAT WILL BECOME OF US

IF I RIDE THE LAST UNICORN

CHASHING RAINBOWS AND STARBEEMS

WITH EYES WIDE OPEN

WILL I SEE THAT POT OF GOLD

OR IS IT JUST BLIND LOVE

THATS GOT  A HOLD OF ME

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PUBLISHED BY STACK MUSIC 2026