Head full of bricks to throw off a cliff.
No plan or direction, just aim for a section.
In the course of the action there is no reaction.
No windows ever broken, attentions never stolen.
Would you ever ever ever try? no i'd never never never, why?
Would you ever ever ever try? no i'd never never never, why?
With a chance begins the romance of living artifice,
Just like falling bricks,
And dying in the season, for a simple reason,
To swear by all the flowers in the failing hours.
Will you ever ever ever know? no i'll never never never, no.
Will you ever ever ever know? no i'll never never never, no.