There are cockles and broken glass spread across the floor. The door is wide open and the sand made drifts all down the hall. Broken panes in the window reflected light in from the sky.
Five miles deep underwater. You hear their voices sing. Surely it must be to every man. A most fantastic thing. Fives miles deep under water. You can hear them singing.
i'm at the mall, i'm cutting school. and it's the middle of the day. i'm in the spencers,. but i'm scoping on the girls over at rave. that's when I saw you,.
I'm too far in. About to say farewell. I'm giving in. To facing the West in myself. . I'm too far out. Far out of the centre. Help me out. Turning around and get out.
When I woke up. I was already evicted. And when you say lie. Do you think I believe anything?. . Cold again, cold again. Walking over Brooklyn bridge.
A barefoot whore. Walkin' by a famous clock. Against her door. Waitin' for the chimes to start. . Can't sink this town. Pull the gates and bring it down.
Keep the faith, keep the flame. Although dark horizons come to bring us pain. Feel the air, feel the breeze. It's just a matter of time, a matter of trust we believe.
Carry on, carry on. The chanting has begun. A hymn of fame and glory forever. . And ride on, ride on. In union we are strong. A symphony for freedom and glory.
We're lost on the run. Without any tears we are gliding. Into the sun. Ready to follow the call of fame. . We aren't the ones to die. Far from home we are strangers.
They say if you wanna be the best. You gotta beat the best. So you aren't comin' at the game straight at?. Are you comin' at the game?. You know what I am sayin'?.
Red rose stuck me again. Red blood shows where Ive been. This woman to blame. But I stay and its all the same. . Pretty angel drown me again. For Ive fallen into sin.
I was yellow more than the sun. I went blue just like the sea. Envy turned me green, just like the grass. Now I'm gray from my past. . Try as I might.
Colorblind to red. From all the ghosts up in her head. Sidewalk cracks to lead her home. To the place she's never known. . She bites her lip to taste the blood.
You and me we found so much freedom. So how'd we get back into bedlam. And sometimes I find myself looking behind. At all our good days and good ways.
You know my Mom is always getting me really weird Christmas presents! (Fred! ). I mean doesn't she know what I really want? (Well you never told me! ) (Cash! ).
Two broken souls washed up on the shore. Too alone to keep searching for more. Wandering the unknown when you first looked into my eyes. Now time has flown and I cant face the goodbyes.
Find me an ocean. Lazy morning surprise. Take me to Heaven. On the coat tails of rhyme. . Capturing freedom. The kind that's not part of soul. Sing with the angels.
Wind stood still and my feet were cold. Was a lightning storm as the story unfolds. Colors of the light and the sky was blue. Sounds of spring in the morning rain.
FRED: We are not the same. No one's to blame. You treat me like. another mother fucking game. . you've got me now. you've got me now. you give me everything and it is just the same.