We're too busy making memories to remember who we are
Always trying to find a line, but always going too far
Cracks in pavements, holes in jeans, stoned in the afternoon
Lucy's looking for a diamond, down here in the tomb
Tell me what's the boy to do sitting in your room?
Tell me, tell me what's the boy to do?
Tell me what's the boy to do sitting in your room?
Tell me, tell me what's the boy to do?
Sitting in your room
Sweeping up bones with a garden broom
Dancing inside of the loser's tomb
Losers in the tomb, sitting in your room
Sweeping up bones with a garden broom
Dancing inside of the loser's tomb
Losers in the tomb, sitting in your room
We're too busy making memories to remember who we are
Always trying to find a line, but always going too far
Tell me what's the boy to do sitting in your room?
Tell me, tell me what's the boy to do?
Tell me what's the boy to do sitting in your room?
Tell me, tell me what's the boy to do?
