*DON'T WANT TO PAY*

The doors to the cinema
Are open for the taking
Like a cat on a mouse 
I'm ready to pounce
Before my nerve starts breaking

And if I'm caught by the ticket collector
I promise I will always respect her
She might be feeling like her job
Is like that out of date ticket stub

And I get a thrill
I just take on seat that Hollywood couldn't fill
Because I don't want to pay
No, I don't want to pay
When there's no-one on the door
You won't see me anymore
Because I don't want to pay

It's not an exercise in saving money
I don't do it to impress my friends
I do it to start that thing in my heart
That fills me with adrenalin
Cause I'm a rebel without that ticket
Yeah, I'm a matinee mutineer
How can you know what I'm searching for
Till you feel that post-sneak euphoria  

And I get a thrill
If only for the want of time to kill
Because I don't want to pay
No, I don't want to pay
When there's no one on the door you won't see me anymore
Because I don't want to pay
No I don't want to pay

It's not the size of your budget
But what you do with it that counts

*FALLING AEROPLANES*

The boy threw his guitar down and starting beating his brow
No matter how hard he tried he couldn't justify
All the wasted time spent inventing words and rhyme
As the stars and the planets and the clock did lapse

You see, making up songs is for losers
I should build something she uses
Like a box or a bed or cupboards or shelves
The songs are made of air, they can't be any use to her
Better off trying to catch falling aeroplanes

Yep.

Then girl said : "boy, don't be so stupid
Boy, don't be so daft
You're not even ... ?
Although you say your songs are fundamentally air
There's also thousands of vibrations that stimulate the ear
In such a way that whenever I hear them
They always make me smile
They're just as tactile
As a box or a bed or cupboards or shelves
So boy now stop your mopin'
Your cursin' and no-hopin'
And get back in the saddle."

While she was still speakin'
Towards his fear (?) he's reachin'
Where lay his guitar
His head was swimmin' in an alphabet
Soup letters swirled
And words formed in his heart

He said:
"I'm gonna build this song for us
With four verses and a chorus
On real estate your words inpired
And there we'll live rent-free
Sleep on beds of melody
And leave the key change with the seasons"

And so that song he built was hers
With a chorus and four verse
And she woke to find him finally asleep