Danny says that he got caught up. In all the talk of how it used to be,. And he says "i never used to mind". That same lame line "it's just you and me".
My city call me the Virus, I'm sick with the flu yea you signed to the Game, but I'm sicker than you. Niggas don't mention me, when they mentioning you.
She comes sneakin' up thinkin' I'm sleepin', ya'll. And I met her at the back door. I handed her her suitcase, told her don't come back no more. She turned as she was leavin', and she looked dead straight at me.
Wake up dead man, there's a noise. You must attend. It will not quit. . Wake up dead man, there's a noise. Your sleep is done. Your secret's out. . Dead man rise.
Why would you run?. I beg stars above. A thing of such beauty. Must be called love. Why would you go. And give me to cry?. A thing of such beauty. Might never die.
Black light fades. Headlights switched off. The engine burns. As we're rollin' to a stop. Let's get out here. Lie down in the middle of road. Ain't no cars comin'.
Quick, burn it down to the wick. Burn it down to the heart. So the ending can start. . Here, behind the riverhaus door. With an unloaded gun. And an unsettled score.
Every morn at sven o'clock. There's twenty terriers drilling on the rock. And the boss comes round and he says to the (?). "Come down hard on the cast-iron (?)".
somethin' of a shambles. another wicked tangle. still I believe that love is drawn. from the emptiest of wells. a shadow of a mystery. the way you can't forget me.
What makes you wake up in the morning?. Who gives you strength to carry on?. Why do you play blind to the warning?. . Why do you let your head hang low.
A point without any purpose. A myth without any intention. My hands offer solace and guidance. The stray will find comfort in my touch. . A tear that has fallen aside you.
We find ourselves on different sides. Of a line nobody drew. Though it all may be one in the higher eye. Down here where we live it is two. . I to my side call the meek and the mild.
Four o'clock in the afternoon. And I didn't feel like very much.. I said to myself, "Where are you golden boy,. Where is your famous golden touch?". I thought you knew where.
It's coming through a hole in the air. From those nights in Tiananmen Square. It's coming from the feel. That this ain't exactly real. Or it's real, but it ain't exactly there.
The woman in blue, she's asking for revenge. The man in white -- that's you -- says he has no friends. The river is swollen up with rusty cans. . And the trees are burning in your promised land.
Did I ever love you. Did I ever need you. Did I ever fight you. Did I ever want to. . Did I ever leave you. Was I ever able. Or are we still leaning. Across the old table.