By Mark A. Garcia
Life was looking like baby earth was looking like its milk.
I was watching Eve's body dancing under judgments jilted gavel
That was falling like our word transparent as Hell
La da da da da da da da, well, yeah yeah yeah.
We all have our own tale to tell of 'And I love her' and 'If I fell'.
The songs that you lived your life too, to take your dreams wherever they carried you.
But for me the dream it died when I found out the magic that had lied
Inside the vinyl package.
Paul was looking like a baby John was looking like his milk
I was watching Rita's body dancing under Sadie's silk pajamas
That were swaying with the world captured in their spell.
La da da da da da da da, yeah, well well well.
We all have our tale to tell 'Run for your life' you 'Fool on the hill'.
The songs that we lived our lives too, there's nothing like desire never carried though
But for all of us the dream it died when we found out the magic had just lied
If I fell in love with you would you promise to be true.
If I fell in love with you would you promise to be true and help me.
We all have our own tale to tell of 'yeah yeah yeah' and 'well well well'.
The songs that broke our hearts in two
Not to sell a car or promote a shoe.
