Cardigans - For The Boys Lyrics
burn it all and break your homethis one's for the boysyou're a vain and shameless manbut hell, I love your voiceskinny fingers and mumbling mouthsI'd like to mark your words'cause sometimes I don't trust youwhen you're singingof love and playit's the story of youlosing to your daydreamyou dancing with a smokescreengoin'under with your daydreamin the wake of the big machinehoney honey and money and manall my lonely boyseasy with the slight of handyou're talking sweet'bout the pain and the ladiesand sometimes you look uglywhen you're happyand sometimes you look betterwhen you're downa real good songit's the story of youlosing to your daydreamyou dancing with a smokescreengoin' under with your daydreamyou're sliding through the big sleepman, you can singlike you're tryin' to break my heartand you can hateand you can blame it on the starsyou're strung up in your guitaryou're strung out on who you arenow come on boys, it's time you let it goSee me losing to your daydreamsee me dancing with your smokescreengoing under with your daydreamin the wake of the big machinein the wake of the big machinein the wake of the big machine
