Sunrise, an empty house, birds cry, the night is done
The television gives me no love, change the channel,
its my life on again
Quartered, living quarters, Order, no one is sane.
All disorder, emulating fear, loneliness no one can cure.
Cause you don't get to choose the ones you love.
They fall like stars from the heavens above
You got no choice
Stay out late, all day, all night is in sight
Pausing, EB is calling you
Learn the song and then we'll say goodnight
Cause you don't get to choose the ones you love.
They fall like stars from the heavens above
You got no choice
Copyright 2007 E.Bradley/EBEETOONS inc/ASCAP
Artist Information:
Eric Bradley
3779 Rosewood Ave.
Los Angeles, CA 90006
Los Angeles, CA 90006
Cell: 310-437-9475
