You are my sun when all I got is rainnYou got me searching for a holiday, so shine onnI want to keep you on my windowpanenThen get you fitted for a picture frame nshine onnWe'll have a picnic in our homesnnever leave and won't answer phonesnWe knownWe'll climb our rooftops to see the skynGet caught kissing on a satellitenoh nonI'm gonna listen to my weakened heartnWhen it tells me to start, Im going to startnI've got the makings of a bitter man nwho broke all the bones in his handsnIf you have the start, I've got the stopnKeep acting dumb butnYou most certainly are notnPlease educate me, I don't understandnPlease hold my problems, not my hand