Every member here has got the lingo. And every member here is calling bingo. Maybe you'll clue me in, I'm open to suggestions. I came for answers but instead I have more questions.
I can feel you flowing through me. Holy Spirit come and fill me up. Come and fill me up. . Love and mercy fill my senses. I am thirsty for your presence Lord.
Seeking, hoping, trying to be who you want. Fearful, thankful, able to see a difference, oh, oh. . Change my name. Change my name. I left myself and you remain.
I think about love, I think about life, I think about rock. I think about the times we used to hangout after school. I think about things, I think about you.
a streak of black against grey. it feels like sunday everyday. and there is noone left to phone. well, if there ever was someone. . it is cold outside.
Title: Stranded In The Jungle 3:04. Artist: The Cadets. Author: Ernestine Smith, James Johnson. Recorded or Pop Chart: Pop Chart #15 July 14, 1956. Label: Modern #994.
Primordial spells have been written on water's surface. The abyss silver heart conceals the eternal prayer. Fire and wind contain the timeless secrets of the knowledge.
Call on me, oh call up, baby.. Call on me, oh call.. Call on me oh call up, darling.. I know who you are.. Come up off your calling chart.. I know where you're coming from..
Vortex motion be my temper. I can feel them coming closer. Cosmic hunters chose their victim. Close to the trap where I am in. . Danger for the chaos system.
Jose Deza, Autor. Virgilio Marti, Cantante. . Cuba linda de mi vida. Cuba linda siempre te recordare. Yo quiesera verte ahora. Como la primera vez. . Cuba linda de mi vida.
I am the match that will not burn out.. I am the wall that will not break down.. I am a first kiss in January snow.. I am the embrace of every child you know..
The fire, the water, the killer that killed Maryjane. The fire, the water, the killer that killed Maryjane. . Last time, you better restart. Last time, you better restart.
The voice in my head. Sleeps in my bed. The voice in my head. Sleeps in my bed. Can i sleep with the radio on?. . Need a little more time to be me again.
Like a fool chewing bonbon. In my room, my rouge light on.. . Spinning round my gramophone. Now I'm done I'm ready to party.. . Looking sharp, cool dark shades on.
Can I. . Can I interfere with your system ?. Can I interfere with your morning ?. Can I crack and hack your code, infiltrate your sole ?. . Can I take control of your boredom ?.
Montana is beautiful. This time of the year. What the fuck do I know. My eyes are lying again. The whiskey is wearing off. I'm sobering up. Last piss of the night.
Scatter you, sweep your feet.. Pick you up, and drag you in.. Stubbing things to schemes and places.. And someone, cracks down.. . Watching you watch others move..
It's true that I'm a silver shadow. And that you are always on my mind. You, you need to get over here. We'll disappear. . Your secret's safe. And no one has to know I'm your getaway.
Where are you little cat?. I have not found you.. I guess I'm not good, at all.. . Where are you little cat?. I won't see.. If you like it. Maybe, you should have not run away..
Hold me close. you never really know until it goes. why it ends. can't you see. the way your acting now. is tearin' me, tearin' me apart. . You can't be walking out that door.