Good Grief
So, what would you little maniacs like to do first?
Watching through my fingers,watching through my fingers
Shut my eyes and count to tenIt goes in one ear out the other,one ear out the otherBurning bright right till the endNow you’ll be missing from the photographs,missing from the photographs
Watching through my fingers,watching through my fingers
In my thoughts you’re far awayAnd you are whistling the melody, whistling the melodyCrystallizing clear as dayOh I can picture you so easily, picture you so easily
What’s gonna be left of the world if you’re not in it?What’s gonna be left of the world oh
Every minute and every hourI miss you, I miss you, I miss you moreEvery stumble and each misfireI miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
Watching through my fingers,watching through my fingers
Caught off guard by your favorite songOh I’ll be dancing at a funeral, dancing at a funeralSleeping in the clothes you loveIt’s such a shame we had to see them burn,shame we had to see them burn
What’s gonna be left of the world if you’re not in it?What’s gonna be left of the world oh
Every minute and every hourI miss you, I miss you, I miss you moreEvery stumble and each misfireI miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
If you want to be a party animal,you have to learn to live in the jungleNow stop worrying and go get dressed
You might have to excuse meI’ve lost control of all my sensesAnd you might have to excuse meI’ve lost control of all my wordsSo get drunk, call me a foolPut me in my place, put me in my placePick me up, up off the floorPut me in my place, put me in my place
Every minute and every hourI miss you, I miss you, I miss you moreEvery stumble and each misfireI miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
Watching through my fingers,watching through my fingers
'Cause every minute and every hourI miss you, I miss you, I miss you more