It's everlong The build is strong I took a chance C'mon c'mon Off with the pants It's a belief That I can exist Content with this release After one, then comes two If we're lucky three What we gonna do? Foot of the hill We lie still, it's exhausting Sticky fingers, smoking gun I really didn't mean to Mix your reds with your whites Instead of with the blues It kind of changed the times That you put your clothes on But that don't bug me so much I've been guilty of a little bit too much touch But he don't seem to mind the attention Seven one number four three one That's the address, that you can count on It's always time and time is free And I'm free too, so what's it gonna be It's everlong He's so-so strong, keeps me warm Toronto's winter's so long After one sometimes it's done But don't forget about solitary fun Not like an addiction Not like Mounties, being saved Under a setting sun There's nothing that compares When you take it all Never want to give this up Even though you always get To the inevitable spot Where someone has to leave And it's a long walk home I really didn't mean to Mix your reds with your whites Instead of with the blues It kind of changed the times That you put your clothes on But that don't bug me so much I've been guilty of a little bit too much touch But he don't seem to mind the attention And it's a long way now A long way now The trouble is in trying to keep the love around