Lately I've been feeling lower than a limbo stick can go,
Stressing out all about the things I know I can't control.
Everything is going not the way the handbook said,
Instead of living I'm just drilling further into my own head.
But you,
Recolor all my blues,
Can whistle all my tunes,
Yeah, and only you,
Can keep my insides glued,
The way you do.
Another day another dollar,
Equals 7 bucks a week,
Yeah nobody buys my music,
They download it all for free.
My smile feels like it's broken,
Until I come home and see,
All the faces that you're making,
Playing Super Mario Galaxy.
Because you,
Recolor all my blues,
Can whistle all my tunes,
Yeah, and only you,
Can keep my insides glued,
The way you do. (3x)
