What s so funny is nobody s laughing at this change of heart you re having.
What s so funny is I m filled up with thunder, but I can t seem to get out from under,
all these stones you tied to my chest.
I can t change your mind.
I can t change your mind.
What s so funny is I m scared and lonely, and I don t think that I m the only
one as I watch you drive away.
and what s so funny is the birds are singing, sun shining, and bells are ringing
and I m thinking, what happened here?
and I can t change your mind.
and I can t change your mind.
and I can t change your mind.
and I can t change your mind.
There s a chappel in Minneapolis and it holds the bones of a dead saint in it
the stain glass glows from the ceiling there, and reminds me of the feeling where
I first looked into your eyes, and saw the most beautiful birds
fly strait into the sun, their wings on fire, the deed was done.
Oh and I can t change your mind.
I can t change your mind.
I can t change your mind.
I can t change your mind.
Whats so funny is this piece of skin, the one on my arm with your name inked
in. What was I thinking?
But what s so funny is the way things go down. Like when a star dies it doesn t make a
sound. It s just gone, you can t find it when you look into the sky.
And I can t change your mind.
And I can t change your mind.
I can t change your mind.
I can t change your mind.
I can t change your mind.
I can t change your mind.
I can t change your mind.
I can t do it.
There s a werewolf out on my front lawn and he s looking pissed
off and he s wet from all the rain.
I think I ll go say hi, and offer him a beer.
