He's traveling down the road tonight. His heart his heavy but his load is light. He fakes to the left and he moves to the right. On this lonely road tonight.
The toad road licked my wheels like a sabre. Winds of the marsh lightly blew. Stone jars stacked with stars on her shoulders. Hunters of pity she slew.
I'm staring straight ahead, I tore off the rear view. Motorcycle growls, brake never gets used. Pipe's spittin' flame, pavement burning tire. Night and day, riding fire.
I don't have a way with words. But I know you deserve much more. Half isn't quite enough. To relieve the yearning in your heart. Just as the story goes,.
In these valuable days. in the most callous of ways. yeah, this is where it's at. I'm quite aware of that. . So please just leave what you've become. it'd be a mess for anyone.
Corazón. Corazón. No, no, no. . Cómo te extraño mi amor por que será. Me falta todo en la vida si no estás. Como te extraño mi amor que debo hacer. Te extraño tanto que voy a enloquecer.
El tener que aceptar. Que no te puedo amar, duele. No poderte tener en mis brazos. Otra vez, no poderte besar cada. Dia al despertad, aceptar que no. Soy el dueo de tu amor, duele.
I see no sense in what's going on. U sense no meaning, I see no light for us all. Cold chill in spine shows me no future. There's no safety around us - no protection, no wall.
["I'll write the story of the world"]. . In cryogenic sleep I lost my sense, I lost my soul. Experiencing craziness has made my heart turn cold. For centuries and more, I've searched my head for perfect words.
In the sand you used to lay. You'd be there at my side. As the night fell on the shore. She had gone. I trusted to you to stay. . Read the story in the papers.
Roll on up and queue in line. All you need is here. Absurdity in what you see. Can't match the state you're in. . All things are flawed to me. Stick with the things that you know.
And there's someone. Always laughing over me. A taste of my inferiority. It mocks me and weakens me. Emphasizes what is wrong with me. . And now that I am not content to be.
You see my fear looks like laughter. That's why you never hear me scream. And I'm learning to rule in my simian shoes. Tradition has absorbed the sickest things.
My book of Mormon wrapped in Turin. And it seems inferior and jittery. You preach elastic to your jagged flock. In an eerie passion for self flattery.
Fingers severed on a mirrors edge. Isolated with no respect. Conversation has been replaced. Punctured slowly ideas escape. . My possessions are all I have.
Entre casa y Babyln. Camino peleon. Entre tu mam y Babyln. Ni pap ni colchn. Entre colonia y Babyln. No te vayas de resbaln. Entre casa y Babyln. Camina la ilusin.
She ain't as young as she used to be. She's got some miles on her now. She ain't no chicken and her paint job's fadin'. But I still love her anyhow. .