This is Santiago calling,
Every one of you I see is falling.
Broken bridges, burning city soil,
New foundations, watching water boil.
How long will we decide
To keep our fortunes occupied?
How long 'till we begin
To sing our love in unison?
Starships flying through the atmosphere,
Little ladies living life in fear,
Our maps are storied with geography
Transcribing love through our stenography.
How long will we decide
To keep our fortunes occupied?
How long 'till we begin
To sing our love in unison?
This is Santiago calling,
Every one of you I see is falling.
First night,
Flirtatious on the road,
Back seat,
About to overload.
Next week,
I'm hard to comprehend.
Third week,
It's looking like a trend.
Day two,
Try to learn what lovers do.
Fourth week,
It started heading south.
Fifth week,
I'm foaming at the mouth.
The eighth time
We got into a fight
Was the ninth time
We settled it at night.
Day two,
Try to learn what lovers do.
It's all the same
Time and time and time again.
Take our legs,
Make 'em intertwine again.
Turn down the light.
Day two,
Try to learn what lovers do.
(Do what lovers do)
Doctor, Doctor,
Play me the blues.
We need a cure
For the weak and the used.
Bring the passion,
The bread and the wine.
Now it's just a matter of time.
It was always just a matter of time.
Local news,
They would have you believe
Rock is dead,
But it's breathing in me.
Mass confusion
Corrupting the streets.
Now it's just a matter of time.
It was always just a matter of time.
I'm the prophet of rock,
I'm the preacher of soul.
Get down on your knees
And beg to be available.
Heaven forbid
That you would learn what you did.
Now it's just a matter of time.
It was always just a matter of time.
Ooh, Svetlana,
You know I wanna
Fly you into me,
Across the sea,
Create a new identity.
Bring you close,
Erase the coast
And ease into serenity.
Ooh, Svetlana,
Tonight.
I need your body
In the U.S.A.
Give me a price
And I will gladly pay
The shipping and
The handling fees,
I need your cold war remedies.
I'll wait, Svetlana.
Ooh, Svetlana,
You know I wanna
Fly you into me,
Across the sea,
Create a new identity.
Bring you close,
Erase the coast
And ease into serenity.
Ooh, Svetlana,
Tonight.
So wear your stamp for me,
And commit to my reality.
I'll wait for you tonight,
Just commit to punctuality.
Two to three business days
Are all that I can wait,
So don't be late, Svetlana, tonight.
Don't be late, Svetlana. (Tonight)
When I woke up this morning,
I was feeling very ill.
So, I went to see a doctor
To ask the doctor for a pill.
And when I saw the doctor, I said
"What's the problem, Doctor man?"
And he said to me, and he said,
Doctor said...
You've got a midlife crisis, (whoa-oh)
And you probably won't make it to 39.
I blame your vices, (whoa-oh)
So you better make use of all your time.
You've got a midlife crisis, (whoa-oh)
And you're probably in the middle now
Of a midlife crisis
And you better make it out somehow.
So I walked down the street,
And I hopped aboard a train.
Then I went to se the counselor,
To find out what was with my brain.
And when I saw the counselor, I said
"What's the problem, counselor man?"
And he said to me, and he said,
Counselor said...
You've got a midlife crisis, (whoa-oh)
And you probably won't make it to 39.
I blame your vices, (whoa-oh)
So you better make use of all your time.
You've got a midlife crisis, (whoa-oh)
And you're probably in the middle now
Of a midlife crisis
And you better make it out somehow.
In silent scriptures of
The eastern ways of love
A girl comes shattering the mold.
In moonlight harboring
Majestics from above,
A man comes riding from the cold.
A scene so discrete,
This is the way the angels meet.
In lovely living times,
We're sleeping in the rain.
We're holding secrets to the chest.
In ancient lullabies
With strengthening sustain,
It's hard to listen to the rest.
A scene so discrete,
This is the way the angels meet.
I've sworn
At least one thousand times before
We won't go down.
We'll fight
Together breathing in the night.
We won't go down.
We're in more trouble
Than we need to be,
More trouble than we need to be.
For creating vicious scenery,
We're in more trouble than we need to be.
Could have been my jealousy,
Your infidelity
Or maybe the time or two
We collided in bed.
Is it worth referring to
The nights in the living room?
We'd shout about our futures
And intentions to wed.
We're in more trouble
Than we need to be,
More trouble than we need to be.
For creating vicious scenery,
We're in more trouble than we need to be.
I've decided very easily,
No girl's gonna marry me.
I've decided very easily,
No girl's gonna marry me.
We're in more trouble
Than we need to be,
More trouble than we need to be.
For creating vicious scenery,
We're in more trouble than we need to be.
We're in more trouble than we need to be in.