Longing for the schoolyard 

Reaching for the scenes 

Reminded by the songs that will never disappear 

Random like the infants 

Outdated like the old 

Lying there in aimlessness listening to the cure 

Doing some rehearsal 

Exercising in the cold 

Lowering the standards 

For the six-string never rolled 

Whistling at the girls 

And saving for the fuel 

Making plans and knock knock knock on wood 



Play some rock 

Play some rock 

Please don't stop 



Sentenced by our faults 

We were to make in time 

Pleasantly aware 

Of our solitude in mind 

Saved me from the boredom 

Of what we disavowed 

Encouraged by the sound 

That was the sweetest one of all 

Admiring your senses 

Infected by your tongue 

Defenseless I believed 

You innocently told me 

You'd catch me when I fall 

And solemnly we�´d knock knock knock on wood 



Play some rock 

Play some rock 

Please don't stop 

I'm not the only one