Grand love grand a lot of things
There's always something
more wise than my words
Stranger
hope I'm not bothering
My love is something
the rest of my world
No overdose on apathy
No empty sound no empty seat
With all those jewels
and all those crowns
Why don't the queen
go feed the hungry
No stylish cunts
no wasteful hum
No uptown strain
no tasteful pain
No eyes for sale
no bottled love
That makes me cry grand affection
Cry grand affection
cry grand affection
Cry grand cry grand affection
Cry grand affection
cry grand affection
Cry grand cry grand
I was raised by two opposites
Must be why I am at war
with the obvious
You're taking me to paradise
and letting me stay
If I whistle
in the wind it's heard
it may never go away
No overdose on apathy
No empty sound
no empty seat
With all those jewels
and all those crowns
Why don't the queen
go feed the hungry
No stylish guns
no wasteful hum
No uptown strain
no tasteful pain
No eyes for sale
no bottled love
That makes me cry grand affection
Cry grand affection
cry grand affection
Cry grand cry grand affection
Cry grand affection
cry grand affection
Cry grand cry grand affection
Cry grand affection
cry grand affection
If I whistle
in the wind it's heard
If I whistle
in the wind it's heard
Cry grand
If I whistle
in the wind it's heard
If I whistle
in the wind it's heard
It's taking me to paradise
and letting me stay
If I whistle
in the wind it's heard
If I whistle
in the wind it's heard