Wrong to say that i am giving up
right to say that i ain't showing up
i've got pictures at my home
and doors that transform me alone
sunny days should leave a message on my phone
I don't think i'm gonna miss you much
for i've got dials and knobs soft to the touch
all your lectures will become
converted into static hum
sunny days should leave a message on my phone
Ode to sleep perchance to dream
to live again those joyous scenes
the laughter and the follies that
are locked away inside my head