Hazy Days

Hazy days seem to take me away

Thank fuck they past the time

Getting drunk and telling tales has been a personal favourite of mine

The perfect girl and the perfect boy, the perfect life on the 8th floor

Then the haze comes and takes it away, it's not so perfect anymore

Still hypnotized by your delight

You seem to take up all my time

It's the way you force me down that road

That makes me want you to be mine

Lazy hours take up more than they should now I’m certain a week’s gone by

Reality isn't talking to me and won't explain itself as to why

There's something missing but I’m stopping listening

At the moment I’m riding high

In this haze that I had to create to make my days go by

Still hypnotized by your delight

You seem to take up all my time

It's the way you force me down that road

That makes me want you to be mine

Woah-oh-oh-oh oh woah-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh-oh oh woah-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh-oh oh woah-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh-oh oh woah-oh-oh

Still hypnotized by your delight

You seem to take up all my time

It's the way you force me down that road

That makes me want you to be mine

That makes me want you to be mine

That makes me want you to be mine