This is the moment that you know that you told her that you loved her but you don't
touch her skin and then you think that she is beautiful but she don't need a thing
to me. Yeah, she is beautiful but she don't need a thing to me. I've spent two weeks in
an overlay, the California sun cascading down my face. There was a girl with white brown
stripes and she was beautiful but she didn't need a thing to me. Yeah, she was beautiful
but she didn't need a thing to me. I wanted to believe in all the words that I was speaking as we moved
together in the dark. All the friends that I was telling are the gifts for this going to
change.
All I see are dark grey clouds
In the distance moving closer with every hour
So when you ask if something's wrong
I think you're damn right there is
But we can't talk about it now
No, we can't talk about it now
So one last touch and then you'll go
And we'll pretend that it meant something so much more
But it was vile, it was cheap
And you are beautiful, but you don't need a thing to me
Yeah, you are beautiful, but you don't need a thing to me
Yeah, you are beautiful, but you don't need a thing to me
