I feel alive for the first time in months I look at girls but all of their love is Not enough I used to think I was a chosen one You broke my heart I’m just a Dutch man’s song I barely lift a finger at a nine to five I got a sinking feeling I’m not really alive It’s getting rough We walked out the door and down the street I looked you in the eyes and kissed both of your cheeks It just feels right
The past six months I’ve been sizing you up You’d look great next to me when I’m waking up From a dream Lift me back to the place I know Where all the dead people are shoveling snow In the morning light We work for money and wish for fame We want the whole world to adore our name It’s a crush Jesus loves me so I’m told But where’d he come from and where the hell did he go?