Yes! Yes! Yes!
You cringe, you complain
You sing, sing, that old refrain
The roof is falling in
The roof is falling in
I'm not kidding
You can probably feel the wind
No, no, not again (my darling sleep)
Put your head on my legs (breathe it in)
It's not time for your untimely end, yet (no sweet release)
No no no no no no no not yet
You've got this feeling you'll live to get what you give
You'll be an old man soon...
You wait, you waver
You think, think, always must consider
Cause every path's a problem
Every turn is trouble
And you'll probably never solve them
So why not love them?
No no this is not allowed (my darling sleep)
Wrap that busy head in sound (breathe it in)
Rocking gently inside this (the din be peace)
No, no, no, no, no, no, yes! Yes! Yes!
You've got this feeling you'll live to get what you give
You'll be an old man soon...
I've got this feeling I'll be an old man soon
I know it's messy but you'll make it right
You don't want pity you want pride
A king, a lion, a god among men and children who cry when the thunder begins
Their heads fall to their chests while you watch from a great height
With your head high
And your eyes on fire...
You sing, sing, that old refrain
The roof is falling in
The roof is falling in
I'm not kidding
You can probably feel the wind
No, no, not again (my darling sleep)
Put your head on my legs (breathe it in)
It's not time for your untimely end, yet (no sweet release)
No no no no no no no not yet
You've got this feeling you'll live to get what you give
You'll be an old man soon...
You wait, you waver
You think, think, always must consider
Cause every path's a problem
Every turn is trouble
And you'll probably never solve them
So why not love them?
No no this is not allowed (my darling sleep)
Wrap that busy head in sound (breathe it in)
Rocking gently inside this (the din be peace)
No, no, no, no, no, no, yes! Yes! Yes!
You've got this feeling you'll live to get what you give
You'll be an old man soon...
I've got this feeling I'll be an old man soon
I know it's messy but you'll make it right
You don't want pity you want pride
A king, a lion, a god among men and children who cry when the thunder begins
Their heads fall to their chests while you watch from a great height
With your head high
And your eyes on fire...
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Writer(s): Timothy John Baker
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