Start over

A bird flies overhead
And I appear part of this turntable
Over which I spread my head

My head, my head, my head, my head
My head, my head, my head
My head, my head, my head, my head
My head, my head, my head

Hey, I like your verse
But it's too well rehearsed
To be clean
Do you mean to tell me
That I'm not allowed anymore

So you shut me out at last
Who really gives a damn for the past
I was an offering
Not sure the reward for what I do
All the love I store

Love from you
Explodes into a year gone by
And still I have my head
The seasons while you mock
Advertised reason
Yeah, you mock advertised reason
Yeah, you mock me now

I want to advertise this feeling
I want to advertise this feeling
How do I advertise this feeling
I want to advertise this feeling

Without you
Without you
Without you
Oh what do I do
Without you
Without you
Without you
Without you