Eu que não fumo queria um cigarro. Eu que não amo você. Envelheci dez anos ou mais nesse último mês. Senti saudade, vontade de voltar. Fazer a coisa certa: aqui é o meu lugar.
Angry answers are easy for me. Once you've hurt my pride. Loving you is the joy I receive. Of which I've been denied. There's no crossing the lines you have drawn.
It's a million miles. A giant place. Like a work of art. Amazing, amazing. . Fast cars that cannot move. Die for a parking space. Stuck on a carousel.
Don't think sorry's easily said. Don't try turning tables instead. You've taken lots of Chances before. But I'm not gonna give anymore. Don't ask me. That's how it goes.
Know it sounds funny but, I just can't stand the pain. Girl, I'm leaving you tomorrow. Seems to me girl you know I've done all I can. You see I begged, stole, and I borrowed (yeah).
Feelings rise. We can walk all over Devils prize. No one made you run. Word to the wise. One reason why I grant you piece of mind. It's not my hell. It's simply sad.
Don't think sorry's easily said. Don't try, turnin' tables instead. You've taken lots of chances before. But I ain't gonna give anymore. . Don't ask me.
It seems we're headed for a total breakdown. It keeps on getting harder to connect. If this is not a war between the sexes. Well then some kind of hex is in effect.
Two lips pout. Too cold for kissing. Smoke pouring out. Fireplace is hissing. The perfect night. The ideal bride. Everything tried. Everything missing.
Oh my heart. That you stole so long ago. Has returned to me this day. So full and empty. Oh this dream. That we shared through all extremes. In a hunt for what it means.
It's a void that I can't fill. An empty space, I can't replace. With anything at all. . The lights are all burnt out. And smoke will drive the swimmers down.
Tied off quick, looked around. Plunge it in, pull it out. I have found a fast solution to the pain. Painted walls, melt away. Am I a ghost? Decide to stay.
Lyrics: jones & winn. Music: jones & winn. . Appears on where'd you get that vibe? .. . Lyrics:. . I got a friend named eric. Used to play that mean guitar.
Lyrics: jones. Music: jones. . Lyrics:. . She come, she come. Music stems from the eyes and ears of me. He run, he run. He sucked the life from his bone and he swore to me.
(...God seems so far...). Europe often tries to forget. About a Barbarian State. Saved it from halfmoons of Allah. And was beginning to date. Evolution brutalized us.
I heard the voice. Didn't see behind the words. I saw the faces. Loved ones, unknown to me. I was asleep. And I never really woke. I had a dream. Made for me, already dreamed.
Doing the same thing over and over. And hoping for a different result. And what voices do I have to make them fall for me?. . Fall for me. . So cut the rope and face yourself.
When your road deserts you. And your feet disappear. You'll find some orchards. Wasted one, without appeal. Where will you go from here?. . Against the world from here.