Everything for You - Lambchop

There’s no rules to this disorder

I cup my hand, I drink the water

The news was fake, the drugs were real

The dream was gone, not its appeal

The picture does appear, but something interferes

Couldn’t come home with it, some holiday

And if there was a method to give us a raw power

Be with us in our hour of now, now

She did it, everything for you

In everyone I know, they have the means to show

Couldn’t come home with it

These times are so demanding