Before Your Time کے بول

Who wants a genius anyway Who worries if he's had enough sleep? I'd take the bad news anyday If it meant you were mine to keep Sweet is the certified nervous wreck Who now and then likes to appear To lecture the night and the empty space And sleep in the cradle of my ear A few pills a day keeps the anger away "The people can go," he says, "the furniture stays." Trying to find a warm place to hide Maybe born before your time How unfair to our human eyes How I wish you were alright 'Cause I worry... Hello to the ghost of the eighty-eight My favourite Canadian mess Remembered the sound of the galaxy and came here expecting no less How many nights did you lock up in side of that Terrible lonely streak and those beautiful eyes Trying to find a warm place to hide? Maybe born before your time How unfair to our human eyes How I wish you were alright 'Cause I worry about you.