The people upstairs all practice ballet
Their living room is a bowling alley
Their bedroom is full of conducted tours.
Their radio is louder than yours,
They celebrate week-ends all the week.
When they take a shower, your ceilings leak.
They try to get their parties to mix
By supplying their guests with Pogo sticks,
And when their fun at last abates,
They go to the bathroom on roller skates.
I might love the people upstairs more
If only they lived on another floor.
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
When you needed me I was there for you
I let you cry on me
I let you talk to me
For so long, I wished for the day.
The day that our love would find its way.
From
I loved her eyes, I loved her hair,
I loved her looks, I loved her stare.
I loved
I get this funny feeling way down deep inside.
My hands begin to shake whenever she walks
What do I see in you? Oh boy. Oh boy,
I see mountains and rivers a lifetime of joy,
You made me run away
from those who loved me anyway.
You pushed me down into the
My parents' bedroom is far from mine, so I have to wonder
What the noise is every night t
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
