When are you gonna find the time to take a look around. To find the things that make you smile, the things that bring you down. . You can tell by the way you're drinking that it's not just a passing thirst.
I've been expecting a breakout. From a cage full of rage. But I haven't got the time to hold them. Back with my flak jacket. . I've become a self made maniac.
When I talk, you will talk, when you talk it will fall back into place, yeah. When I talk, you will talk, when you talk it will fall back into place, yeah.
if i call you today/ Will you hear my prayer. will you say am forgiven. tho i sinned again yesterday. will you call me your child. tho sometyms i've driven wild.
Suspicion growing. A feeling I cannot control. Communication, communication low. The invasion is necessary, the dangers are secondary. . This was never meant to be.
Images still in my head of you dead. I wish I could take them away instead. I sit in my room alone and cry over my loss. Will anything ever be the same?.
Images still in my head of you dead. I wish I could take them away instead. I sit in my room alone and cry over my loss. Will anything ever be the same?.
Oh, it's opening time. Down on fascination street. So let's cut the conversation. And get out for a bit. . Because I feel it all fading and paling. And I'm begging.
{Death be not proud. Though some have called thee mighty and dreadful. Art not so}. . Yeao. . Yeao. We lost the war, I'm feelin' to win. Though I never tried to strive deep from within.
Four men in a rock 'n roll band. Fly at night in the morning we land. Fly at night 'til we're satisfied. See the morning from the other side. . And when you close your eyes.
Oh, hide me, would you love. Until all have gone?. Horsemen riding, shouting, laughing. To their hunting song. . Somber words would feign contentment.
As I went out walking one fine summer morning. The birds in the bushes did whistle and sing. The lads and the lasses in couples were courtin'. Going back to the factory their work to begin.
Fashion rules. . You fashion people in your camouflage wear. You think you're really quite out there. But the fashions you wear, aren't so cool. You really should go back your Old Skool.
A gulp of sweet and warm tea. For this afternoon full of glee. And you're here beside me. With the smile and the voice. . We're sitting at the terrace.
For her first number. Miss Roxie Hart sings a song of love and devotion. Dedicated to her dear husband, Amos. . Sometimes I'm right, sometimes I'm wrong.
I think of you, honey, night and day. . And it's your sweet lovin'. . That makes me feel this way. I'm not ashamed, oh no not me. . Everyone should know.