Текст песни Tchaikovsky & Solitude

I listen to Tchaikovsky and cry Pour myself a glass of red wine I was thinkin' of something you said Hey, it's okay to behave Life is like a glass of cheap champagne Bein' thrown in your face by your date Three hundred miles away Hey, it's okay to behave When solitude comes 'round All you have to do is lay down Extend your hand into its hand And feel the grip that's crushin' you I go on a run through the hills I love how the sweat makes me feel Drink a gallon of water a day Hey, it's okay to behave I bury my nose in a book Learn how the knight captures rook Castle the king to A1 Hey, it's okay to behave When solitude comes 'round All you have to do is lay down Extend your hand into its hand And feel the grip that's crushin' you