Bursting Through

I'm counting stars. Lying under, watching you through my walls. All the lights have gone out. I know you're listening now. You've been spinning around, turning slowly.

Bursting Through(runga)

I'm counting stars. Lying under, watching you through my walls. All the lights have gone out. I know you're listening now. You've been spinning around, turning slowly.

Birds

Take your time. Make peace with the day. Lie on the ground and think of me. Nevermind what people will say. Talking is thoughtless and cheap. . I only said it to be kind.

Beautiful Collision

What a beautiful collision. Things that go bump in the night. With such beautiful precision. Fate could create you and I. Do you know what it means. To abandon your dreams?.

Between An Overload Of Information

And a striving for a pure dedication I. Find myself looking for the exit sign. See your pretty face in the sunshine. In the morning after staying up all night I.

Beat And The Pulse

Hundred angles lost. Fleeing from the beat and the pulse. Laughing like a fool. Playing for the heart and the soul. And the soul. . Capture something red.

Blue Skies

I'm further every day from what I used to be. I left a life behind that's no longer me. And through the open road I know I lost control. But now it teaches me how much I, how much I don't know.

Bring Me Down

You've ever get the feeling. No matter what they do no matter what they say. You know you'll make it someday. . You know the feeling when your back is up against the wall.

Believe It

[Chorus]. Whoa, oh. We keep rising to the top. Whoa, oh. And keep eyes out for the cops. Whoa, oh. And that's what it gon' be. Whoa, oh. 'Cause you ain't gon' stop me.

Bring Me Down Pt.3

You've ever get the feeling. No matter what they do no matter what they say. You know you'll make it someday. . You know the feeling when your back is up against the wall.

Blind Faith

You were born into a garden as a seed under the ground. To formulate your own voice, to rise and grow unbound. Then something happened along the way. An invasion in your mind.

Bad To The Bone

Burning Heart

The wind of the west ? it whispers and calls. A dirge to the still of night. I'm lying awake ? and sorrow is on my mind. . 'Cause baby, I know ? we must make a move.

Berlinition Paul Van Dyk Club Remix

Beautiful Ohio

Ballad

Broken Clusters

Barbara Allen

Buğday

Burnt Up Cigarette

Yo gotta bad habit. But you hit it. Comin' down yo block. So uplifted it. Showed me yo nose bone, big trick. Burn up yo nose, you little maggot. Close to a faggot, you've bin.