live from abbey road.

nobody ever had a dream round here but i dont really mind that its starting to get to me.

nobody ever pulls the seams but i dont really mind that its starting to get to me.

ive got this energy beneath my feet like something undergrounds gonna come up and carry me

ive got this sentimental heart that beats but i dont really mind that its starting to get to me

now,

so why do waste my time?

is the answer, to the question on your mind.

and im sick of all my judges, so scared of what they'll find.

but i know that i can make it, as long as somebody takes me home every now and then.

well have you ever seen the lies?

i took a shuttle on a shockway ride where people on the pen pulled the trigger for accolade.

i took a bullet and i looked inside and running through my veins an american masquerade.

i still remember grandmas dixies wake id never really known anybody to die before.

red white and blue upon a birthday cake my brother he was born on the 1st of july and thats all

so why do you waste my time?

is the answer, to the question on your mind.

and im sick of all my judges, so scared of letting me shine

but i know that i can make it, as long as somebody takes me home, every now and then.

you know i see london i see sams town,

holds my hand and lets my hair down

rolls that world right off my shoulders

i see london i see sams town now.

brandon flowers. you are my mormon god.