This empty space cannot be filled. Your kind words bleed right through me. And I could cry but I'd only lose my tears. Just another form of release. Release what? I'm empty.
(emerson - lake). . Why do you stare. Do you think that i care?. You've been mislead. By the thoughts in your head. . Your words waste and decay. Nothing you say.
Why do you stare. Do you think that I care?. You've been mislead. By the thoughts in your head. . Your words waste and decay. Nothing you say. Reaches my ears anyway.
(Emerson - Lake). . Each part was played. Though the play was not shown. Everyone came. But they all sat alone. . The dawn opened the play. Waking the day.
(emerson - lake). . Why do you stare. Do you think that I care?. You've been mislead. By the thoughts in your head. . Your words waste and decay. Nothing you say.
EIGHT MILES HIGH. Written by Gene Clark/Roger McGuinn/David Crosby. Revised by Keith Emerson/Robert Berry/Carl Palmer. . 8 miles high, and when you touch down.
Bright explosion in the sky. A light that burnt my eyes made me come alive. I thought I'd seen a sign, prayed that I was right. As tears filled my eyes, blurred the scene.
Everyday is like a new beginning. When you're winning. And the whole world's at your feet. It never lasts if you're living for the past, come on. Take my hand, I'll lead you on.
I know you hope the little people don't exist. I know you hope we'll fight and miss. I know you hope it's never gonna come to it. But now you know that you're at risk.
I can't believe it's all the same. I can't believe we fill our lives. With all these trials and errors on our way. But I'll be there, I'll be there. .
I am left here my memories. Are haunting my every thought. I see her frail womb. Stripped of it's innocence. . The measure of judgment. I long to carry out.
And the angels shall spread their wings to fly. away. And by the sunset He shall grovel. Grovel before the black kind of Yours. And quake when the infernal splendour.
A veces escribo cartas para no sentirme atado,. para no aferrarme a remilgos que yo quisiera abolidos. de mi vida. De mi vida.. Y pinto de colores los sobres. En el remite soy un enigma..
Dame tu caramelo, amor, dame el almbar,. que tiene todo ese sabor que t transpiras.. tres veces yo te traicion, fue por orgullo,. despecho la primera fue, la ltima un gusto..
Pierdo mis defensas en los recodos de la angustia.. Busco una mirada, cada momento, en todas partes.. Mi vida no es de nadie, ni yo le pido a nadie nunca.
Y esta soy yo. Y esta soy yo. Y esta soy yo. Y esta soy yo. . Dicen que soy. Un libro sin argumento. Que no se si vengo o voy. Que me pierdo entre mis sueos.
Cazo el micrfono y. empiezo a gritar. un montn de macacadas. que te van a molestar. te va a hacer sudar. te va a hacer moquear. el Peyote Asesino esta ac.
You made a fool of me. But them broken dreams have got to end. . Hey woman, you got the blues. Yes you ain't got no one else to use. There's an open road that leads nowhere.
Everybody cares, everybody understands. Yes, everybody cares about you. Yeah and whether or not you want them to. . It's a chemical embrace that kicks you in the head.