Eden

the world turning fast and problems piled high all the shadows creeping into the corner of your eye All the papers say That the end is nigh and you're not sure if that's another lie The stars are getting dimmer in the evening sky and every waking moment is filled with wondering why She said Get me high tonight and tell me that I'm pretty cuz i've got nothing else to say and I don't know what good a wish is when I don't care for wealth or fame reaching for the railing you find the hand of fate you can't wait for help this time the clock is running late strangers walking down your street their hearts so filled with hate your head is filled with so much smoke so much to contemplate when the bells begin to toll your dreams begin to break shine the apple on your shirt you share it with the snake So Get me high tonight and tell me that I'm pretty cuz i've got nothing else to say and I don't know what good a wish is when I don't care for wealth or fame Oh Get me high tonight and tell me that I'm pretty cuz i've got nothing else to say and I don't know what good a wish is when I don't care for wealth or fame