Beautiful Song (instrumental)

Fly high on the rug

With the ones you know

With the ones you love

With the ones you trust

Riding the van, the bus, the plane again

And hear the sounds

Little air to breathe

Little work to kill

A nice table to seat

A clean pillow to dream

New streets to ride

Another place to start

It's better to break your back

Better to break your heart

I want to go wrong, if we do it

We can stop the time tonight

Bring all the bad ones

You know you got it wrong

It means we got it right

Telling lies with stars

Makin up a weird glory

Young bosom, dark lies

Twisting my touring guide

Numbers I try to resist

Through your watch they disappear

All the memories you can trust

All the voices talk to much

All the photos you've seen

War medals for someone

Like me like he like she

Like me like he like she

Cause you'd better break your bed

Than lay down and sleep

I want to go wrong, if we do it

We can stop the time tonight

Bring all the bad ones

You know you got it wrong

It means we got it right

How many times times times times

We had the chance

How many times times times times

We had the chance

How many times times times times

We had the chance

How many times, times times