Guess, I'm stuck in a dream. Surrounded by colored leaves on the ground. As I stare at the trees. I see one fall down on my hand. . As I start to explore.
Guess I'm stuck in a dream. Surrounded by coloured leaves on the ground. As I stare at the trees. I see one fall down on my hand. As I start to explore.
Keep my feet on the sand. Gotta take the hand that guides me there. As I reach, do they stare?. Do they feel the same way?. . I wanna be here!. I wanna be here, I see the face.
Fuel emotions, killing me. Pure devotion, cut and bleed,. Your the crystal, the ecstasy,. The drug that keeps feeding me.. So come on.. . Torn together we sow the seed,.
Turning corners just to get where we should be. Back to where we once belonged. Sending smiles across to fill our lonely lives. It's brought it all back home to me, to me.
Looking at all of your friends. Wishing you could be like them. Running on glass floors again. Just so you can be knocked down. Swimming in oceans of pain.
Sometimes you feel. Happy and real. Sometimes you're sad. Feel the disease. . But if you laugh sometimes. Just like everybody say goodbye.. You came along.
Oh, no puedes ser feliz. Con tanta gente hablando, hablando a tu alrededor. Oh dame tu amor a mí. Le estoy hablando, hablando a tu corazón.. Cuando estas muy sola.
Oh, kid you're in a terrible state. You better pick yourself up before it gets too late. You're into phyiscal fitness and emotional fatness. You think you're an actress, you act like a mattress.
It's a good day. for going to sea. Hanno the Navigator said to me.. There's an open sky and a steady breeze. out beyond the Pillars of Hercules.. Above the foam-kissed waves seagulls scream.
Es tut mir so leid. da du solche Geschichten. deinen Freunden erzhlen mut. da alles was ich mache. zum Scheitern verurteilt ist. da alles was ich mache.
Gitarrenhndler ihr seid Schweine. Gitarrenhndler ich verachte euch. Es ist gar nicht so leicht. Musik zu machen. Darber knnt ihr nat&uunl;rlich. nur herzlich lachen.
Jeg kom til verden pa 56. Min far var tosset min mor var normal. Men da de körte ham vek sager mora til mig:. Hvad gör vi nu lille du?. Jeg gik i skole i mange år.
Sun been down for days. A pretty flower in a vase. A slipper by the fireplace. A cello lying in its case. . Soon she?s down the stairs. Her morning elegance she, wears.
When I close my eyes. Strange things begin. It's hard to follow. It's hard to win. With a stretch of purple. Like I'm in a daze. A weakened signal. On it's way...
Can you ask a big jet to listen. Wave goodbye to the cares of the day. A million mirrors turning their heads now. Lose the ground; we're up and away...
Gently my eyelids close, I'd rather be good than clever. I'd rather have all facts wrong than no reply whatever... I learned before I could speak with those "being patient eyes".
An empty plate for love & hate, so hungry like they never ate. And if you fight, noone fights back - 200 killings. Now I know that death is wearing black.
I need to be afraid, said the kindweak man. As he lay cuddled up in his bed with those whispers around his head. Yeah, he'd come to nothing in a way - in a way that left him.
I've been bounced around. But I'm still standing up. I've been so far down. That my ears they popped. And it was then I knew. By all the wrongs you do.