Janine

I'll have sweet dreams, with you on the ‘phone, better than how they seem, am not so stupid, to seek atonement, in the cause of love, look at those has-beens, who live through ghosts, we want to be free, even if you're blue, you still touch my soul, a beeswax glue, our great scenes, we ride to the coast, sweep away winter leaves, Laugh where we're going, slow oh so slow, let the ocean's roll, I know it's a scream, don't let out a groan, we’ll always be a team, long journey home.