Lyrics
There's a simple relation between my anger & my patience
and a direct connection between my love & inspiration
(There's a simple relation between my anger & my patience
and a direct connection between my love & inspiration)
I need a warm hand to cool me down
I need a soft voice to drown me out
I need a emptiness to fill my soul
I need a question mark to make me whole
I'll be the boy at the back of the bus
with my eyes on the back of your head
you'll be the girl on the front seat
telling your friend that he never really cared
The things that we could share
The things that we could share
There's a simple relation between my anger & my patience
and a direct connection between my love & inspiration
(There's a simple relation between my anger & my patience
and a direct connection between my love & inspiration)
I'll be the boy at the back of the bus
with my eyes on the back of your head
you'll be the girl on the front seat
telling your friend that he never really cared
The things that we could share
The things that we could share
The things that we could share
The things that we could share
The things that we could share
The things that we could share
The things that we could share
