Toy Soldier

ya fixed up another Friday
and now you're feeling out of sorts
still losing touch of what we
the motions we've grown to ignore
are getting fonder
I follow suit in this peice
cause I can't make it own my own
your sleeping habits kill me
the silence we spend on the phone
we do our talking when its dirty
and on the floor

who are you walk slowly last time for anything at all
been waiting for something I'll stay another year no more
cool with me cool with you and now I'm feeling so complete
I'm still your toy soldier I'll be hear kissing at your feet

the weekend is all or nothing
and I'm sure that you've got agendas
and all the place to go
one million faces never end
I do my saving in the night time
you do yours in the twighlight

we don't no, no, no give up the distance what we are