You float along the air, with teardrops in your hair
Up and out the window before anybody hears
So wear your warmest clothes, because you're so cold
Set fire to yourself and yet still your heart it froze
Now...
Suzanne, I want to die holding hands, running from this worlds demands
All those radio bands never made me feel
You were the girl that the world swung for, I was just a boy who sung until his lungs were sore
And in your diary you had an entry listing all your enemies, what you'd do to them and what you'd do it for
Now...
Suzanne, I want to die holding hands, running from this worlds demands
All those radio bands never made me feel
Suzanne, "do you believe in Rock n Roll? Can music save your mortal soul? Can you teach me how to dance real slow?"
And in your hospital room at the midnight hour, you had your boyfriend back just for half an hour
Past the landscaped shrubs and the rusted iron gate
So let's start a siege, you make a list of demands
Set the hostages free and we'll die holding hands
compositores: Ian James Miles, William Robert Gould
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