The Wrong Song Lyrics

This is the wrong song

This is the wrong army of words

Aiming to fight for a meaning

The wallowing end and the smiling beginning

Tomorrow is worth twenty four hours

What are you going to do?

I wait for you to catch a glance

From the other side of the room

One thousand up-comings

Compelled by the question of "What if?"

I'm gonna bathe in it

With you if you'd like

That'd be my pick

'Cause outside the tub

It's really quite cold

If I could I would take your hand

Your love is bleeding

With heart for life

And your posture's a music stand

Thinking, thinking back to our days

Waiting, waiting for you to come home again

This is the wrong song

'Cause we should be rubbing our shoulders

This is the final departure

'Cause we are two mice

And time is a vulture

Tomorrow is worth sun up and sun down

And when are we going to rise?

I hope when you receive the package I've sent

It's a pleasant surprise

Thinking, thinking back to our days

Waiting, waiting for you to come home again

It's getting foggy

But I like that grey kind of weather

The bus hasn't come yet

It's tempting to see people sucking on cigarettes!

It's hard to ignore the thoughts in my head

I wish they weren't mostly of you

The ringing song of the train bell sounds

And it makes me feel slightly less blue

Thinking, thinking back to our days

Waiting, waiting for you to come home again

Come home again

Come home oh

Lalala lalala lalala

This is the wrong song