Sometimes I sit in the smoking section Hopin' one rogue spark will land in my direction
And when you stomp me out, I scream and I'll shout"Let it happen, let it happen, let it happen."
And sometimes I feel like an inland ocean Too big to be a lake, too small to be an attraction
And when you wander in and start to flail a bit I let it happen, let it happen, let it happen
Sometimes I stand with a pistol in hand I fire at the grass just to scare you right back
And when you won't run, I'm mad but I succumb Let it happen, let it happen, let it happen
And sometimes I go to the edge of my roof And I think I'll jump just to punish you
And if I should float on the taxis below No one would notice, no one will know
And then I think What could be better than love, than love, than love?
And then I think What could be better than love, than love, than love?
It's not the end, It's not the end,
It's not the end, It's not the end,
It's not the end, It's not the end,
It's not the end, It's not the end,
It's not the end, It's not the end,
It's not the end, It's not the end, It's not the end