"Anyone But You" lyrics
Sitting in your rocket ship
Combo box you barely fit in
Counting down 10 5 4 3 2 1
Waking up to name drawn on walls
Tiny fingerprints ten feet tall
Last one down the stairs is always me
They'll ask a million questions every morning
And come in like a freight train through your door
They love leaving lights on, and telling me they're all grown
Still in covers down to the floor
They won't let you sleep on Sunday mornings
And love to scare you [?] so they hide around the room
And they want no attention from anyone or anything
Or anyone, anyone but you
Anyone but you
And they want no attention
From anyone but you
Days go slow, years go fast
Slow it goes, nothing lasts
Rocket ships are on their way to Mars
We're dreaming of those good old days
We always knew would fly away
Wishing we could spend the day like that
Where they'd ask a million questions every morning
And come in like a freight train through our door
Leave all the lights on, keep telling me you're all grown
Still in covers down to the floor
Don't wanna sleep on Sunday mornings
And love to scare a [?] so hide around the room
And will pay no attention to anyone or anything
Anyone, anyone but you
Anyone but you
And they want no attention
From anyone but you
Anyone but you
And they want no attention
From anyone but you
Anyone but you
And they want no attention
From anyone but you
Combo box you barely fit in
Counting down 10 5 4 3 2 1
Waking up to name drawn on walls
Tiny fingerprints ten feet tall
Last one down the stairs is always me
They'll ask a million questions every morning
And come in like a freight train through your door
They love leaving lights on, and telling me they're all grown
Still in covers down to the floor
They won't let you sleep on Sunday mornings
And love to scare you [?] so they hide around the room
And they want no attention from anyone or anything
Or anyone, anyone but you
Anyone but you
And they want no attention
From anyone but you
Days go slow, years go fast
Slow it goes, nothing lasts
Rocket ships are on their way to Mars
We're dreaming of those good old days
We always knew would fly away
Wishing we could spend the day like that
Where they'd ask a million questions every morning
And come in like a freight train through our door
Leave all the lights on, keep telling me you're all grown
Still in covers down to the floor
Don't wanna sleep on Sunday mornings
And love to scare a [?] so hide around the room
And will pay no attention to anyone or anything
Anyone, anyone but you
Anyone but you
And they want no attention
From anyone but you
Anyone but you
And they want no attention
From anyone but you
Anyone but you
And they want no attention
From anyone but you
