You know Im not one to break promises. I dont want to hurt you, but I need to breathe.. At the end of it all, youre still my best friend. But theres something inside that I need to release..
I've been searching for you. I heard a cry within my soul. I've never had a yearning quite like this before. Know that you are walking right through my door.
Oh, oh, hey, oh ooh, ooh. Baby, baby, yeah. Are you listening?. Wondering where you've been all my life. I just started living. Ooh oh, baby. Are you listening?.
This is the story of a girl,. Who cried a river and drowned the whole world!. And while she looked so sad in photographs,. I absolutely love her,. WHEN SHE SMILES!....
I tried to discover, a little something to make me sweeter,. Oh baby refrain from breaking my heart.. I'm so in love with you, I'll be forever blue.. That you give me no reason, you know you're making me work so hard..
Talking:. Here's a little bit of old school for ya,. That goes a little something like this.... . I always tried to be the flyest kid in the block. The popular one with the rising stocks.
1. Armstrong, je ne suis pas noir,. Je suis blanc de peau. Quand on veut chan. ter l'espoir. Quel manque de pot !. Oui j'ai beau voir le ciel, l'oiseau.
Three in the morning. Holes in the wall. Sleeping pills mixed with alcohol. Bloody fist but no tears in your eyes. You shut the blinds and pray for sleep.
Speak up. . I'll never get what makes you so scared. And why we never talk like normal people. You get your point across safe and sound. . Answer the call.
Bustin' my ass for far too long. Trying to even things out. . My life follows the same beaten path. I've seen enough to know what it's about. . Everyday I say to myself, tomorrow will be different.
This is my way of laughing in your face. Taking what I've learned and saying fuck this place. Greedy little hands don't think I see. Now I know I'm sleeping with the enemy.
I read the news today, oh boy. About a lucky man who made the grade. And though the news was rather sad. Well, I just had to laugh. I saw the photograph.
It flows out from inside. It builds cities and fairytales. Reachable from here through a stairway of dust. But fail to restore. The themes and rhymes and the frescoes half-lights.
Uncomfort within the improper feelings of this song. I'd rather grey instead of marbled pearly skies. Its imprint is alive like a post-war Stalingrad.
A certain feeling assails. Visions form to wonder why. It still keeps fading. Away to the stars. . The sanitarium is the night of the mind. Hidden where no-one wants to know.
The water's flowing down the river of the memories of days without a sound. The waters carry away the memories of days lost in the abyss of my dawn. .
would I ask for the moon. if I'm asking if you can hear. the sound of my soul. would it help me to get back here. . love comes in at last here she comes.
When birds fly they navigate by stars,. These nights the walls come down,. These nights are ours.. This love is life - I want to stay,. I'll be beside you all the way..
I'm sick of everything, I can't get out of bed. Just lay here, someone pull me out. I'm tired of these thoughts, the world moves outside. Feel like a ghost, rejected by the living.