My thoughts will behave
I'll hardly want of death
Oh your highness
On a beach of sand
I don't feel as twisted
And I've finally seemed to have land
Round your tables surely come
And I know you'd be hard to bear
But my thoughts aren't letting go
And no one seems to care
In this quiet town
I'm a danger in this quiet town
Give it to ya straight, there's no coming down
Always seems to rain
In this quiet town
