The light is breakin' through the window. We count the miles. Do you hum to static in your own life?. Or the radio?. . Cut a little bit of me out tonight.
You, you gotta be the one, who's in on the action. I'm wondering when we're leaving. And you, you gotta meet everyone before it's all over. Why? They're gonna be here next weekend.
You're Leaving me here and I want you to Know that I. I wanted you there you were the best thing in my life. Somehow I know someone is on the other side.
When I was feeling it so hard. I couldn't see through my scars. You led the way through the dark. My eyes were opened with love. . I'm seeing colours flowing through my mind.
I said I need somebody baby. To calm the storm. To calm the storm. . Won't you be the one to calm the storm yeah. Won't you be the one to calm the storm darlin', right now.
Conscious to my surrounding. The curse of birth that I am strapped to. . Unable to ignore life's atrocity. My physical presence. Cripples my only means of escaping.
Did you ever want out of this, out of this life?. Did you think about it love, from time to time?. Did you believe in everything they said,. They're saying things i just don't know?.
I have been wronged by you. Someday you'll, someday you'll see. What has been done brings you. Closer to, closer to me. . Did you say you never meant it?.
Hold it down, hold it down. . Down for whatever, hold 'em under pressure, call 'em out. Riding together, let 'em know what we be all about. From the top of their lungs wanna see 'em scream 'n shout.
She Was A Poor Girl. You Know Its True. We Only Had To Know. She'd Hunt The Pot Of Gold. In The Back Of The Moon. And Then Sh' Go. Through A Lot Of Things.
Mistakes are made because words are misuderstood. It's all, all in how you talk.. Walking over somebody, sounds like a strange thing to do, but it's all, all, all, all, all in how you walk..
Summers on the rise. And I am flying. The good days have. Come around again. . Im up on top of a big burnt rock. With some people I call friends. Were half a mile to heaven.
Well them white clouds/ pull me down, down, down, down .... Come home right now/ call help right now. Marry me/ bury me. . "Chorus". Are these pipe dreams?.
These voices in my head think they will beat me. To smother all what's left and to defeat me. We won't let it get the end of us tonight. We will vanquish every grief insight.
Our little friend. He didn¹t want to wear. His white buckled shoes. Nor was barefoot. His speed. He didnt like grocery store feet. He was a fussy little kid.
Wake Up, were going to the country. Were going to the country and well do it right. Cook up some sweet potatoes and tomorrow night. Well watch the stars dancing with the satellite.