Oh, God Sean Don Fall Out Boy D-d-did you trip down 12 steps into Malibu? (Malibu) So why the hell is there a light that's keeping us forever? Bel Air, baby, did you get dressed up? Pretty pout, pout (while you bottomed o-o-out, out) I can't stop it when there's chemicals keeping us together I'm singing Whoa, how the mighty fall, the mighty fall The mighty fall (they fall in) They fall in love How the mighty fall, the mighty fall, The mighty fall Oh, how the mighty fall in love? Your crooked love is just a pyramid scheme And I'm dizzy on dreams (and I'm dizzy on dreams) But if you ask me, two's a whole lot lonelier than one B-baby, we should have left our love in the gutter where we found it (gutter where we found it) 'Cause you think, you think your only crime is that you got caught I'm singing Whoa, how the mighty fall, the mighty fall The mighty fall (they fall in) They fall in love How the mighty fall, the mighty fall The mighty fall Oh, how the mighty fall in love? It's getting clear You're never coming clean So I'll lock you up inside And swallow, swallow the key Hello? Yeah, I know you said not to call unless I'm dying Well, I'm driving and I can't stop staring at my eyelids But even though my eyes closed, I still see you I just hope that when you see me, I'm not see-through You know how we do Sometimes, I swear, I need a day just for me to lay With some T and A, but the way we The way we do is deeper Baby, straight up chemistry, DNA Make me wanna give you every dollar out my B of A Like, I let her climb on top I'm either fuckin' or workin', so the grind don't stop They say I got screws missing, well hell, only when I'm missing you And hell yeah, I'm addict, girl, addicted to you Whoa, how the mighty fall, the mighty fall The mighty fall (they fall in) They fall in love How the mighty fall, the mighty fall The mighty fall Oh, how the mighty fall in love?

It's in taxis it's on trains In airports hopping planes The silence moving on contains It's in all the in-betweens In the day to day routines In over 15 million dreams It's in trying to close the door It's never gonna stop It's in how you're looking for A way to make it stop It's in missing someone more It's never gonna stop No it's never gonna stop It's like trying to fly trapeze Like has-beens gonna-bes Ill at ease and hard to please It's how Paris how Cologne How even Zurich feels outgrown It's in the way you could have known Can you make some room for me Can you make some room for me It's in trying to close the door it's never gonna stop I miss you even more and it's never gonna stop

I'm Peter van der Hold I'm 68 years old I doubt some questions have increased In 42 years of being a priest I'm at the end of my life I'm not sure if I'm gonna survive I often don't know what to say When I talk to Him, when I pray In reply I receive Only silence, no relief I've waited in vain for a little advice From that great voice in the ethereal skies Once I was revolutionary A devoted mercenary A gifted student in God's hands Now I'm old and sick of his demands I tried to be honest and good Did my job the best I could But I always stayed that average man Right in the spot where I'll began During the grief with which I've dealt Spent three decades since I've felt The certainty I so have thought 'bout the existence of the Lord I've seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long time ago I'll give him to my perish Things I don't have myself but cherish And namely love and charity Mostly purpose that's what sets you free So I'm where the metaphore I'm not comforting anymore I think I'm almost done with my search Got old so fast even in my church But feels as if I'm kept out Some sort of secret about The meaning of life sometimes Can't fail to notice these are mediocre types I've seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long time ago I've seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long time ago And time has made me good at one thing And horrible at everything else The blessings of a world divine Were always elsewhere and never mine Oh, I would like to hold someone Briefly maybe have some fun My body's hardly designed So I'm not really the hugging kind Not once has it been Someone with a softer skin Who reached out for me in the middle of the night 'Cause my own lumpy mattress would've turn on the light I think I've been miscast And the time of saints is passed My faith is reclassed but not least After 42 years of being a priest The church is like a woman Thing out of reach like a vision She glimmers in the distance which I could never quite get Now I've left you with my regret I've seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long time ago I've seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long time ago I've seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long time ago I've seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long time ago It's my portion, it's my call... It's my portion, it's my call...