Singing to myself

I want to dream and then I want to wake up
I want to break, but i don't want to break up
I want a song
I dont want to have to sing it.
I want your love right now.
Could you bring it? Could you bring it?
I got under your rolling thunder.
You're the lightning, the right thing,
You've got my number.
The weather's wicked this time of year.
Staring out the window watching your tears,
Rolling down the face of the earth.
Tears roll down the face of the earth.
Tears roll down the face of the earth.
I saw it with my own two blue eyes.
Two blue eyes.
Two blue eyes.
True love is always complicated.
Free and easy is overrated.
My classic beauty, the West coast mystry,
The rest is history.
Oh, are you hiding?
Or, oh, are you seeking?
All I really want to know is what your ruby lips are speaking?
I got under your rolling thunder.
You're the lightning, the right thing,
You got my number.
The weather's wicked this time of year.
Staring out the window,
Watching your tears.
Roll down the face of the earth,
Tears roll down the face of the earth,
Tears roll down the face of the earth...
I saw them with my own two blue eyes.
Tears roll down the face of the earth,
Tears roll down the face of the earth...
Who do you take love?
Who do you leave love?
How come happiness is something you can not conceive of?

-The Joel Plasket Emergency "Face of the earth"