Singing Machine, microphone
Hanging from my ceiling fan
Singing Machine, still too young to
Drive to buy a mic stand
I remember how it felt
I remember now how it felt to
Sing for no reason
But for the sake of singing
When all of my dreaming
Was done under glow in the dark
Stars stuck on my ceiling
And oh how good it was?
How good it was?
To be a kid
And oh how good it was?
How good it was?
To love like we did
To love like we
Did I believe I'd wind up here?
Where anything is possible
Did I believe when I didn't dream?
That love would be unstoppable?
But I remember how I forgot
And I will not... no I will not go
Back to my demons
It's better angel season
Now all of my dreaming
Is done under blankets of stars
On my arm my only reason
And oh how good it is?
How good it is?
To be in love
How good it is?
How good it is?
To be in love
Oh to be in love
