I can't believe it, you're a dream coming true. I can't believe how I have fallen for you. And I was not looking, was content to remain. And it's ironic to be back in the game.
I've been accused of changing. You say I've gone astray. You say I'm not the same person. The person you loved yesterday. . So you can bet on horses. You can wage it all on the game.
I feel and felt the wind outside,. And I didn't have a thing to say,. The moon and the stars released the sky,. And I watched them fall away.. . I called on gods to light my way,.
Se bien que por un momento. perd el control. no era yo el que maldeca. no era yo.. Perdona si mis palabras. te han hecho llorar. si de algo soy culpable.
S bien que por un momento. perd el control. No era yo quien maldeca,. no era yo. Perdona si mis palabras. te han hecho llorar. Si de algo soy culpable.
stumbling on the words again.. trying to make it all sound positive.. but 40 miles heading south with the radio. preaching to me i shouldn't be happy with me..
Life is just a distinct illusion. Made out of porcelain, missing the down beat. Worshipful idols state their confusion, live in delusion. While you're just sitting and waiting.
When you're raining. As you're going down. I'll follow you under. When you're storming. I'll wait with you. Until it's over. . Because I've realized that.
Awake, no confidence.. Expect, cold sweats again.. My earplugs hem me in,. As playground voices wear me thin.. Alive, I suppose so.. My mind, will overflow..
You've worked hard for your lifestyle. Hope you never wanna go away. And now you're runnin' with that gangster. And all he ever do is smack your face.
Whatever you have to say. Whenever you feel this way. Whatever you want to do. I'll be with you. I'll be with you. . Say. These days. Are crazy. Speak.
I watch the clock there's nothing calling me. You're not calling me. Wishing I could fall fast. It's only getting earlier. . I watch the clock there's nothing calling me.
Center my powers to release. All the days gone wrong. Rip them out from my memory. Like pictures from a book. . I picked flowers between the rails. Didn't hear the train coming.
Jag har sett varenda vrå av Sveriges land. Jag har härjat runt i loger och på Grand. Jag har letat efter ro för min skakande hand. Efter dig, efter dig, efter dig.
A fork is a cold shiny tool to pierce, tear and ingest. Whatever has the fork in hand controls the meal of its choice. We're told the first few punctures, they're for our own good.
Disconnected, dysfunctional. Soul mates with nobody else. Sing a song for the New Ice Age. Greed has made us lonely. . Faith, hope and treachery. Faith, hope and treachery.
All the smiles that i knew this year. you put onto my face. send me one from miles away. and all these pictures spread across the room. the faces all shine through.