What kind of sadness is this?
Two real good friends with nothing to say
And I'll fly through the crowd
At 45 degrees
On my knees
To your door
To your door
Swallow my jealousy whole
Green turns through valour
Harbours in gold
And I'll bomb through the town
At a rate of noughts
Fingers crossed
To your door
Two real good friends with nothing to say
And I'll fly through the crowd
At 45 degrees
On my knees
To your door
To your door
Swallow my jealousy whole
Green turns through valour
Harbours in gold
And I'll bomb through the town
At a rate of noughts
Fingers crossed
To your door