It's harder to hold. than to touch. and when you leave. with her on your arm. your touch will do so much harm. . the further you go is the further she'll follow.
Don't wake the baby. Step on it's fuckin' head. You may be an asshole. I love you instead. Don't wake the baby. Step on it's fuckin' head. You may be an asshole.
Don't wake the baby. Step on its fuckin' head. You may be an asshole. I love you instead. Don't wake the baby. Step on its fuckin' head. You may be an asshole.
Wash off those scabs dear. Or fingernail-pick them clean. Pray to all your long-lost demons. and justify your means. Devil has a new shape. Devil has a new ride.
Dear Jane,. I saw you at the diner again today.. You always know how I like my coffee.. I like your hair that way, the way the curls lightly touch your neck..
if you follow me. you will see. that things are different. behind the door. let no one in. don't you dare. doomride is near.
scream holy pain. shine on me now. be old and wise. . fall silver rain. wash away my pride. until I drown. . [Chorus:]. if only I could dive. . flow sacred time.
Well you spoke about amnesia, as though it's where it's at. Your lover had a siezure, while her brother fed her pussycat. You were hanging from the railing, like a flag that's just been torn.
we saw this world shining bright. oh, days in paradise. back to the dark ages. where I still belong. back to the dark ages. where I always was. back to the dark ages.
Making my way through the saga. I've been writing my whole life,. I didn't see her coming, a strange twist in my tale. But you don't get any time off.
Desert rising, sand in my face. Gotta leave yet another place. Dust devil coming up my way. Run from the spot where all night I lay. Guess I'll be moving on.
We should scream, 'Thank You' with every waking breath. And cry 'Mercy, Mercy' at every days end. Yet we remain quiet and comfortable in our A to B lives.
I'm breathing, guess I'm still alive. But I'm sinking in your eyes tonight. I'm shaking, cause I miss the high. I'm regretting that we let this feeling die.
Garden of the Gods. 2000 Catsongs Productions. . You think nothing of yourself. or for anyone else. You runined my life. you're ending yours. Then you go and.
Sardonic. 2001 FAC Productions. . I've been daydreaming too much. now these days it seems. I can't sleep at night because of. all my naughty dreams. You've been on my mind and.
[Gers / Harris]. . Let me tell you a story to chill the bones. About a thing that I saw. One night wandering in the everglades. I'd one drink but no more.
Too many promises, too many reasons I recall. Too many people, I see the writing on the wall, oh yeah. I must have got you wrong, what kind of world do you live in? Oh.