I've been cliched
For an old-fashioned lyrical sense
You may want to be
It even makes me blush
When I think of it now
I miss those things

But in a sense running through a desert
Would make me half a man
According to the words
That's the gospel itself
I was never one of them

[Chorus]
Got something sweet divine
Dressed up to look the same each time
From a leaf we'll need to keep that fine

Got something sweet divine
Dressed up to look the same each time

Hold on that were touching our things
Should believe I write the moment you speak in time
With your my control
I want to die Sonny, don't want to live like this such a fine time