peter parker s alter ego

The Temper Trap

I wish i was a pilot
Flying on a paper plane
Standing on the shoulders of giants
To be seen by every man

I ll be good as long as i am sinner
My intentions was on the times
We ll slap on the wrist
A kiss on the cheek
You give to me what s mine
Come in
What s mine
You can come in

Skip down open and naked
No one really seems to care
Aparently you know the difference
Between the money and a million

I used to want to be a hero
Until i found that even heros die
I m peter parker s alter ego
Waiting on the telephone line

The devil may be a sinner
But the good girls always say it s time
As you turn your head you go walking in the den
You leave when you know what s mine

Come in
And take what s mine
To keep
I ll tell the sorrows that tomorrows dream can bring
But i ll live it all