Concentric circles. Forever closing in. Another travesty. That never should have been. . The latest entry. On an ever-growing list. And yet you never change your ways.
A riot of indecision. A monument to shame. A walking contradiction. Unwilling to take blame. . You'll fall apart. Before all this is through. You'll let the pressure.
I am lost. The footprints that I left have disappeared. For now I am driving blind. . Accelerate. Without a destination to welcome me. This road is just an endless loop.
We are born of stone. And etched by wind. Cast aside to live or die. We are the pawns in our own game. . Like refugees. Of silent wars. We step on ever-shifting ground.
If I listened long enough to you. I'd find a way to believe that it's all true. Knowing that you lied, straight-faced, while I cried. Still I'd look to find a reason to believe.
Well, I heard some people talkin' just the other day. And they said you were gonna put me on a shelf. But let me tell you I got news for you. And you'll soon find out it's true.
I'm gonna ask you for something, and it may sound like a lot.. I've never really asked you for anything, no.. We've always lived so far apart. . [Chorus].
Alone, alone with a sky of romance above. Alone, alone on a night that was meant for love. There must be someone waiting. Who feels the way I do. Who ever you are, are you, are you.
Hey, sister. Really, really nice to meet you. I just met a five-foot-something girl who's just my type. Like the way she's speaking. Confidence is peaking.
È un gioco di luce, sì. È un gioco di luce qui. Viaggia nell'eternità. Un arcobaleno c'è. Un arcobaleno che taglia il cielo per metà. Oro e argento. Oro e argento.
Se guarderai. Nel tuo cielo di alba argentina e la sua intensità. Cadrai. Sopra un velo che spezza il profondo e si staglia a metà. Dell'anima, dell'anima.
you should see yourself. when will you grow up. every knob you twist on that machine is like a crutch. . but i was just the fool. you've been waiting for.
He was born in a small town. And he was given every reason to stay. Hallelujah, Mississippi, postcard living no sign of decay. Till Vietnam moved next door, then Hallelujah was off to war.
Heat pouring in through the holes slowing traffic to a crawl. Time, time is only silhouettes, shadow puppets on the wall. Pouring in through the holes slowing traffic to a crawl.
The cinematic after effects of alcohol. Have led me to believe. That there's nothing more beautiful. Than a face as it starts to fade. From your memory, what had once been clear as the day.
Could it be someone's telling lies. Or could it be that I'm getting wise. Awoke myself from a nose dive climb. I caught myself but you've lost all pride.
Could it be someone's telling lies. Or could it be that I'm getting wise. Awoke myself from a nose dive climb. I caught myself but you've lost all pride.