| Longing for the schoolyard | |
| Reaching for the scenes | |
| Reminded by the songs that will never disappear | |
| Random like the infants | |
| Outdated like the old | |
| Lying there in aimlessness listening to the cure | |
| Doing some rehearsal | |
| Excercising in the cold | |
| Lowering the standart | |
| For the six-string never rolled | |
| Whistling at the girls | |
| And saving for the fuel | |
| Making plans and knock, knock, knock on wood | |
| Play some rock | |
| Play some rock | |
| Please don't stop | |
| Coming home, coming home(x2) | |
| Sentenced by our faults | |
| That we were to make in time | |
| Pleasently aware | |
| Of our solitude in mind | |
| Saved me from the boredom | |
| Of what we disavowed | |
| Encouraged by the sound | |
| That was the sweetest one of all | |
| Admiring your senses | |
| Infected by your tongue | |
| Defenceless | |
| I believed | |
| That we'd face anything to come | |
| You innocently told me | |
| You'd catch me when | |
| I fallAnd solemnly we'd knock, knock, knock on wood | |
| Play some rock | |
| Play some rock | |
| Please don't stop | |
| Coming home, coming home(X2) | |
| I'm not the only one, | |
| I'm not the only one... | |
| Play some rock | |
| Play some rock | |
| Please don't stop | |
| Coming home, coming home(X2) |
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