DISENCHANTED

Quiet little boy, your hand in her pocket
there's no reason for the sun today
all is quiet and I still can remember
are we going home

After all of the set-ups and let-downs
after all of the cities in bags
please believe me I'm telling a tall tale
dream weaver comes clean


hey, hey I don't mind, I don't need much at all
hey, hey I don't mind, I don't need much at all


I believe that she's out wearing hit parade
I believe that she's out of her mind
try to picture your hand on the trigger
try and picture the gun

time is wasting she answers quite truly
time is turning the undertow strong
please believe me I'm telling a tall tale
dreame weaver comes clean


hey, hey I don't mind, I don't need much at all
hey, hey I don't mind, I don't need much at all
hey, hey I don't mind, I don't need much at all
hey, hey I don't mind, I don't need much at all


at all, at all, at all(this repeats alot)

everyboady a great bit of funnies
everybody will beg her to stay
eyes return her to dreams of the union
her eyes speek to me

after all of the set-ups and let-downs
after all of the cities in bags
will we ever drink milk from a fountian
will she ever feel

I will never bow to the ages
I will never let down my guard
ask for nothing and you get what you pay for
I've got pride instead


hey, hey I don't mind, I don't need much at all
hey, hey I don't mind, I don't need much at all
hey, hey I don't mind, I don't need much at all
hey, hey I don't mind, I don't need much at all

at all, at all, at all(repeat)

"Disenchanted" -- "It's very nostalgic. I still listen to this song and can still be affected by it."