So many thoughts we have lost. So many thoughts we have won. Selecting the real ones. Rejecting the false ones. Every day cuts through your heart. Every year cuts through your soul.
Let my thoughts freeze. Let me feel not. Wax on their face. What they hide behind. I should not be here. I should not be there. I should not be at all.
We're cracking down the rules,. feeling extreme the atmosphere.. Just losing all the bones,. no ending here, don't interfere.. . We are wild and we ain't stoppin',.
I look at you. You're a mystery. Sometimes you're just hell. All the same. It's no news to me. And we all fall down so typically. Intact. . Attack. Me, like it's all that matters.
Fuck the four walls that you're stuck with, fuck it.. Yeah we got different opinions, well fuck it.. Last chance for a dance,. To bring it down, lay it low..
Wannabe. Oh. Millionaire. fuck!. I've got something exploding inside of my head. I will try to forget everything that you said. . Royalty. Oh. Counterfeit.
So the world is waiting. As you headed on out the door. Just to trip you up and spit you out. Well I can tell just what your thinking. I'll be there to catch you, falling out your tree tonight.
When I look back on our early years. How we spent so much time in tears. It's a wonder that we're face to face tonight. But something saw us through all those times.
Well, everybody's heart needs a holiday, sometime. And everyone of us needs to get away, somehow. So I'm laughing lighthearted moods, oh, the sight-seeing afternoons.
Deep inside my eye. There is part of you. You still look the same. Except you're grown up now. So much time has passed. Since i saw you last ohhh. An apple pie.
First time i saw you,. I didnt think you were special. but now i realized,. that your the one i want to grow old with. . I want to take you out,. I want to do everything right.
Well the guys that I work with they work real hard. And they like to have a good time. And at the end of the day its their time to play. And they like to go and unwind.
City street, hang out. Thumbs in pocket. Black jacket. Black jack, dego-red. . Manhattenized-Bohemia. Of Southern California. Tough punk of. Cool, futuristic Montana.
(one, two, three). I'm always good for a jump or a joke. I take it easy even when I take a toke. but there's a memory and a story never wrote. and every time it's told, I get a lump in my throat.
Good grief and Grace turn their backs to me. Push shovels into the cold sand. In a pulse-racing second. They gave up on their awful toil. . Hell on earth and Hate turn to face me.
Over time of day the price of choices walking out the door. find some way the fastest road home to you a stranger. talks in some guitar leon but my mind left today.
I'm on the floor honey,. And broken glass and I,. I dont like the view anymore,. I find my feet returning,. To pick and dreams and I,. Know I can't do it all alone,.
You know what you are to me. Don't make me say it over and over again. It's way too late or much too early. You know how I get. . When I'm left alone to my vices.
I am walking on the water. The sea has turned to glass. The sea has turned to glass. . Send for all the doubters cameras. Have them see at last. . I am walking on the water.
The men here want to take me down,. Down to the dirt, drag me around.. But I persist, will not abstain. From the need to explain.. . Oh, it's a short life.