Won't you ever realise. You've got to hit between the eyes. You're wasting your lead. Aim for the head.
A fossil reef. A necklace made of teeth. A glimmer in the deep. A skull that lizards have cleaned of meat. . Meat. Bone. Flayed. Skin. Stone. God. Hot.
Draining the ocean from the sea. Will only make the brightest moon. Dark and heavy. . You'll be caught and swallowed. From a life bigger than you. It's about time you should know....
When a world is in Your arms. You try to pull it all apart. And keep the pieces not too far. . We could wish upon a star. Or dream of kisses in the dark.
She's got it all worked out in her mind. And you're part of the plan. And you don't have the final word. . She's got a long head start on your brain. And your heart is afraid.
Our little secret just might be. The kind of thing that you can't hide. It's growing like a tangled vine. And rising like a river in the tide. . And everybody knew when you walked into the room.
Over mountains. That's where my love lives. A long, long ride to sunland. Here, where I did this. . Across the great divide alone. Wondering, open, afraid and.
I like the way you look in my town. I like the way you look at my street. I like the way you look in my house. I like the way you look in my sheets. .
I feel the hit. B4 it touches my lips. Cut the swisha. W/the French tips. Pull it close so I can. Give a soft lick. Then press w/my lips. Making sure the stuff sticks-yeah.
Entra e vem correndo para mim. Meu princípio já chegou ao fim. Só me resta agora o seu amor. Traga sua bola de cristal. E aquele incenso do Nepal. Que você comprou num camelô.
Hei, Al Capone, vê se te emenda. Já sabem do teu furo, nego. No imposto de renda. . Hei, Al Capone, vê se te orienta. Assim desta maneira, nego. Chicago não aguenta.
(R. Seixas - P. Coelho - M. Mota, 1975). Se este amor. Ficar entre n?s dois. Vai ser t?o pobre amor. Vai se gastar. Se eu te amo e tu me amas. Um amor a dois profana.
Fell in love with a ghost, I'm ashamed. And torn apart at the seams under the weight. Of all the truth that a lie uncovers. And all the regret that comes from one mistake.
The cold wind is blowing and the streets are getting dark. I'm writing you this letter though I don't know where to start. The bells will be ringing Saint John Divine.
Hey, well you figured me out. And that's alright now we've got something to talk about. Month of September, fourth floor apartment. We were the leaves, careless, and falling.
Who are you?. Why are you here?. And what do you want.... To know, oh how. Did you get down. To this dark place?. . Do you really want to go?. Then wake up, wake up.
Just hold your breath until your chest collapses in. Or until she comes back - we'll all be dead and gone by then.. There's been a hand over my mouth for quite some time now.
all the street lights go out in the town where i live. and the fire will meet the sky. and the fire will rain down on our heads. when we scream it lasts forever.
(Sky Saxon/Daryl Hooper/Jan Savage). Lost in your dreams.... (I did it all for her, my flower child). Lost in your dreams. Said the ride's so long and the nights so black.