| I'm one of them, it still seems simple | |
| Here again, lets let those things go | |
| I want it back, so reject my soul | |
| It's their attention, don't we say so | |
| I'm one of them, it still seems simple | |
| Here again, lets let those things go | |
| I want it back, so reject my soul | |
| Its their attention, don't we say so | |
| Yes, I'll be here, Ah ha ha ha | |
| Yes, I loved you, Ah ha ha ha | |
| Carryin' a torch, Ah ha ha ha | |
| In the west march On and on | |
| Thoughts I'll read you yet, thought to be unreal | |
| Never ending bet, something to conceal | |
| The thoughts I find forget, I spin them in my wheel | |
| Pleasure that we get, gets to lose its feel | |
| ah ha, ah ha oh | |
| When you're turning on and of | |
| Can tell your loves for real | |
| Thoughts have let you down | |
| Of the sense to your appeal | |
| The lines we say again | |
| Our eyes they must reveal | |
| A deeper scars to her | |
| She laughed and shot to hell | |
| Ah ha, ah oh | |
| Thoughts convene here | |
| Nothing's too fair | |
| I'll come down where | |
| The one has appeared | |
| I'll be one way | |
| Every new day | |
| Nothing to fear | |
| Soon I'll be where | |
| On and on | |
| I'm one of them, it still seems simple | |
| Here again, lets let those things go | |
| I want it back, so reject my soul | |
| It's their attention, don't we say so | |
| Yes, I'll be here, Ah ha ha ha | |
| Yes, I loved you, Ah ha ha ha | |
| Carryin' a torch, Ah ha ha ha | |
| In the west march On and on | |
| Thoughts I'll read you yet, thought to be unreal | |
| Never ending bet, something to conceal | |
| The thoughts I find forget, I spin them in my wheel | |
| Pleasure that we get, gets to lose its feel | |
| ah ha, ah ha oh | |
| I'm one of them, it still seems simple | |
| Here again, lets let those things go | |
| I want it back, so reject my soul | |
| It's their attention, don't we say so | |
| Thoughts have let you down | |
| Of the sense to your appeal | |
| The lines we say again | |
| Our eyes they must reveal | |
| A deeper scars to her | |
| She laughed and shot to hell | |
| Thoughts are meant to hurt | |
| Tries to no avail |