The CIA

You're coming close to me, I won't move anyway

Not how it's supposed to be, can't you see I'm afraid

I'm waiting out for you, if I do, will you stay?

What am I gonna do, when the grass has turned to paper

I'll get the CIA and make them look again

I know you're MIA but don't you need a friend

I guess it's more or less the way that you had planned

But I will get no rest and sleep on leather couches till I

Can't get away from you, even though you're far from me

Can't even pay for you, I don't have anything

And if I see you 'round, hope that it all stays the same but

I'm living underground, so that no one else can see me

I'll gеt the CIA and make them look again

I know you'rе MIA but don't you need a friend

I guess it's more or less the way that you had planned

But I will get no rest and sleep on leather couches till I

Think too hard, about how slow we're going through the street and time

If only we were slowing, then I could tell you

The most important thing I know you will not do

But if you choose to listen you should

Hurt me tomorrow, but treat me nice today

Hurt me tomorrow, but treat me nice today

Can't take the waiting, it slows down in my mind

Hurt me tomorrow, but treat me nice today

Hurt me tomorrow, but treat me nice today

Hurt me tomorrow, but treat me nice today

If I cannot survive, with the danger I am living

At least you'll stay alive, soon you'll know that I was right