Further away each and every day. I'll find a way to cross every ocean. Loneliness, a permanent emotion. Wherever may the journeyman stay. . I'm on my way from somewhere to anywhere.
You're not strong on modesty. Or sanity. My favorite enemy. I found your head in clouds. Ten miles from the ground. Quite frequently. If you were here now.
Winter. Has not yet come. But it's not afar. As I approach. My fireplace. . Wary. This is a sanctuary and a hideaway. I light a flame and end the day.
Fighting for what cause? to them it's unknown. The sixities brought peace and love, with homage to Vietnam. The seventies was Watergate, three-mile island the tragic fate.
Originally performed by Bruce Springsteen. . At 16, she quit high school to make her fortune in the Promised Land.. She gor a job behind the counter at all-night hamburger stand..
(music by Lord of Sorrow; lyrics by Prince of Agony). Flying with the Night-Gaunts. Awe and Might. To the Realm of Ice. To the Realm of Ice. Fighting in the Frost.
Breaking beyond the path. Betrayer of my thoughts. Theres no way to stop. This venomous shot. Intentions become remorse. My blood electric with. Desire to smash restrain.
Living is easy as long as you're loved. Time is the healer of all that once was. Hard to believe that there's love in my heart. Where is the healer, now that you're gone.
Wake up from this nightmare. Wake up in a cold sweat. Reach for you hand, but you're not there. While I'm trying so hard to just forget. . Can't you tell no wrong from right.
Are you feeling that you're on the brink. Of spilling some red in the sink?. It wasn't the easiest year. No I don't want you to go. . Are the memories too hard to take.
Yesterday, I could not feel this. Today I'm sick of trying. To live like I can live on my own. This world around me is suffocating. I keep forgetting to turn and run into You.
The wind and the rain. And the deep blue sea. Ahead and around. As far as the eye can see. Is it only cheap comfort. Or an easy way out. But did I have any choice.
Here in this night. In the darkest of hours. I feel a cold wind that tells. Of a storm front drawing near. . It speaks of greed and of hunger. Of envy and dread.
Gonna sink this ship tonight. Gonna see if hope really floats. I got a feeling that it doesn't. The water's reaching for your thighs. The way you panic, well, it's turning me on.
Another late night driving around. We're losing sunlight so we head downtown. To Woodward, off Charlotte Street. The old place that we used to meet. .
Caught in ambitions, but without any idea. Focused on expectations, but driven be fear. . With irrational movements of no rhythm or rhyme. We are performing a most absurd play.
It's not enough to be what you wanted. Stuck in love, fighting your way out. Your string's attached to all my limbs. And I know you're about to let me down, down.
Electried we burn all night. Paralyzed by black and whites. But who are you. And who am I. Electried we burn all night. . I want you to fall apart like I did.