One, two, three, four.
All my friends' magazines
Got addicted to the word leave
And they all wrote songs that they believe
Little lies and massive dreams
And they all quest and you slow down
And they all quest and you slow down
And you've got to turn it on
And make a save
There's a * inside their bed
But do they wish that they were still well?
And all the songs they wrote instead
Your ex-lover is not dead
And they all quest and you slow down
And they all quest and you slow down
And you've got to turn it on
And make a save
All my friends' magazines
Got addicted to the word leave




And all the sounds that you believe
Once they stop, you can't repeat
Once you stop, you can't repeat
Once you stop, you can't repeat