Another year with insanity and spilled milk tears, but all the months grow cold and the
record plays. It starts to hear me so I ask it, will you promise I say that whenever I
need someone to dance with, you'll skip the beat, on the floor with me, dance out of time
when it's our time to be. You say you believe I can do better this year, but the yearbook
says I'm crazy. Can you hear that? They say it's only me.