Four fifteen Tossing turnip Sit and watch you dream Like a tiger on my knee Watching mangoes from the tree... drop I don't stand the ghost of a chance Without you Pulled your fangs Is it hurting? Couldn't let you grow Right through me Watch the planes fly by every hour And wonder Why they don't come down to the flowers And play We have it all So stay Oh, they don't know nothing Please don't leave All of my words would be broken Watch me, I'm skinning the walls I'll scream the head off a mountain If your heart is a dance Let it dance right through me Eight fifteen Top of the mornin' Little eyes, could this be true? Hello love Thank God you're awake Could I please pour some milk on your flakes Is it me or is the world quaking? Sit right here and watch me crumbling I don't stand the ghost of a chance I don't stand the ghost of a chance I don't, I don't, I don't...