Nothing's gonna harm youcause nothing couldnestled in a Volvosafe beneath hoodCrosses over entrancedreams a doormessy intuitionrise from the floorSometimes this is whySometimes this is whyTalking like a weirdonow you're realTalking like a wishercovered in appealNothing's gonna harm youand nothing didsofter than a pillow slept on by bad kids
Sometimes this is whysometimes sometimes.