Beautiful things are comin´ my way. Beautiful things, I want them to stay.
But after a while my beautiful things don´t seem beautiful at all.
Terrible things like when you wake up and all of your dreams seem to crack up.
Like things you have done like breakin´ my heart. For you it don´t seem terrible at all.
Is there someone I can talk to? Someone on the line?
Does anybody want to hear What´s on my mind?
Beautiful things like leaves on a tree. Beautiful things, the sky and the sea.
Since you´ve been gone no beautiful things seem beautiful to me.
Is there someone I can talk to? Someone out there on the line?
Does anybody want to hear What´s on my mind?
Make the grass grow in the garden when the rain is passin´ by.
Does anybody want to know what´s on my mind?