Blind Melon "Galaxie" |
I`m entering a frame bombarded by indecision Where a man like me can easily let the day get out of control Down this far in the quarter I`m pushed hard upon the border But, I`d rather be caught `round now rather than, oh say, `round the mouth of June If I can leave, with a little bit of explanation Then any where in the world I choose to go I`ll have it made Is this the place that I want to be? Is it you I want to see? Holding on, hold it high, show me everything And you're leaving me, yeah you're leaving me You're leaving me with a hated identity But I keep on a-comin' here and standing in this state And I'm never really sure if you'll take what I'm saying the right way But I'm not appalled or afraid verbal pocket play Is as discreet as I can muster up to be Because the Cadillac that's sittin' in the back It isn't me Oh, no, no, no it isn't me I'm more at home in my galaxie Can I do the things I wanna do That I don't do because of you? And I'll take a left and I'll second guess Into a total mess And you're leaving me, yeah you're leaving me You're leaving me with a hated identity But I keep on a-comin' here and standing in this state Oh and I'm always reassured the situation's getting carried away But I'm not appalled or afraid verbal pocket play Is as discreet as I can muster up to be Because the Cadillac that's sittin' in the back It isn't me Oh, no, no, no it isn't me Oh, no, no, no it isn't me No it isn't me No it isn't me No it isn't me No, no it isn't me No it isn't me In my galaxie Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |