sometimes i wish i could take all your words and throw them into the sea………let the little fish nibble on them like they were nibbling on me………….i’m not a prize that you won at the fair…………the things that i want aren’t free…..but if your ready to give and ready to live………..come on around and see me………

i know you’re tired and your lust for life has expired, but may i remind you…..through all of these years and all of these tears i never stopped loving you…….i’m not a prize that you won at the fair, the things that want aren’t free, but if your’re ready to live and ready to give….baby come on around and see me, come around and see me

post cards and letters from each of our wanderings adorn our castle and zoo…….hastily displayed so everyone can say how much i mean to you……so if you’re ready to dust yourself off one more time, i think there’s some wear left in you……. if your ready to live and ready to give……..i’ve got something for you…….i’ve got something for you

i’m not a prize that you won at the fair the things i want aren’t free……if you’re ready to give and ready to live…….i’ve got something for you………yes, i’ve got something for you