Yeah. . These days are dark and the nights are cold. People acting like they lost their soul. And everywhere I go I see another person like me. Trying to make it all feel like home.
Run away from everything from all the things we shared. just don't forget to read my letter. don't forget that we were happy we both made our mistakes.
I don't like the name tag between your toes.. I don't like the snot running out of your nose.. I don't like the stains on your pantyhose - just your cold stiff body.
The busy streets. And the even busier. Patrons and vehicles. Argue my elusive steps. Through the blur of urgency. Here, I'm always on my toes. . Until an abrupt blond door.
(Intro). Give me a reason to believe you. Give me a reason to believe a word you say. And it's not like me to care. But it's not like you to be wearing underwear.
Catching butterflies, line drives, watching TV. I had seven good years till I noticed they were looking at me. I didn't like what they see. . Trapped in the back seat, stay on your side.
i never knew a love so true. until the night. until the day. i looked at you. . the silver dust. the golden hue. of everything. i'm drawn into. i know it's you.
these are the first stars tonight. and for the rest of my life. . these are the first words i'll say. into the dark of today. you are my first love at last.
And it takes me away, as if it's only in my mind. same old set of feelings happen faster still.. . My friend I hardly knew you though I tried so long ago. I've been thinking it over or at least I'm trying to. Remembering that Saturday when we wrecked our shoes. We were covered in love, or maybe the lack thereof. I wish my memory would serve me but its more like mythology, ancient history of stories that I made up, up..
To the blinded you're quite the vision. You're just a creation. You're just another version. Another way for them to. Use a front for a problem. Your pain and suffering is really just.
Telling Layla's story spoken. 'Bout how all her bones are broken. Hammers fall on all the pieces. Two months in the cover creases. . Here she stands today.
Telling Layla's story spoken. 'Bout how all her bones are broken. Hammers fall on all the pieces. Two months in the cover creases. . Here she stands today.
Oh, freedom. This is for your freedom. Oh, freedom. This is for your freedom. . Til the road unwinds from the earth. And the world begins in reverse. Feel the peace glowing so bright in my skull.
Telling Layla's story spoken. 'Bout how all her bones are broken. Hammers fall on all the pieces. Two months in the cover creases. . Fully alive. More than most.
Almost thought we made it home,. But we don't know this place at all,. That's enough now dry your tears. It's been a long eleven years. . Fire, fire, fire!.