And as it gets dark in this house of hallways. And no corridor leads to the stairs. With still wet black paint on all the windows. We got no clocks 'cause time don't care here.
Let's get to the point and all take our tongues out. And not show off our scars, not leave here with doubts. That things in life, well, they could have been easier.
Where did you go?. How will I know. If you hear me out. I need this now. Watching as the leaves fall down. The colors where we use to run and play. Another years flown by I feel.
When the liars build their castles out of me. we all say that we're alive and free. my disposition makes me wonder "what's for me?". and you'll never get ahead with honesty.
I've thought it through & I think you're right. And you're not missing much. There's something pure. That you can't hold against a simple touch. So many choices and the pressure.
look at what you've left for me. Now that you've moved on. Won pass for therapy. Just one more scar that's never gone. You tried to break me down. Time and time again.
well here I am, yeah, I'm back again. in the town that I used to call my residence. now it seems I dwell in a silver van. you might have seen it once, yeah, it's parked out front.
Listen Hard. Ive got to get this through to you. That things are getting cold and far. Its everytime I think of you. With all that space up there how did you get so low.
Driving, you're no better than a drunk,. so ask yourself, do you feel lucky punk?. Your attention, should be focused on the road,. you're like a time bomb, waiting to explode.
Calm down and get straight. It's in our eyes, it's how we operate. You're true, you are. I'd apologize but it won't go very far. . Please, come here. Come right on over.
Calm down. And get straight. It's in our eyes. It's how we operate. . You're true. You are. I'd apologize but it won't go very far. . Please come here.
Hit on the head. And that's just who I am. I'm gonna be your man. I'm gonna be your man. . Hit on the head. That made me what I said. Can't they just free.
It don't matter anymore. It don't matter much anymore. 'Cause it gets me down. Lets my feet touch the ground. Won't be lost, but I'm found. . Do I care? Do I fuck?.
Here comes the breeze. Come on blow me out. Lying in the sea. Come on soak me out. . Reel in the feeling. Making our way through the storm. Reel in the ceiling.
Be the light from my window. Be the time at my table. Be my hangover girl. Be my hangover girl. Be my hangover girl. Be my hangover girl. . Share the wine at my table.
Oh no, why can't you get along?. Okay, I know it's not my place. I've got to say something. I've got to say something. I've got speak. . She'll never leave.
Come the day. You see the sun. Hit the arch. A history song. . If you don't know it now. Then you will do. If you don't know it now. Then you will do.
Standing on the dark canal. By the gas works. Celebrate the ghosts gone by. When the love hurt. . And the medicine man here twenty four seven. You can get it fast in Armageddon.
You caught, first run, my history -. Altamont, Nixon & G.B.s.. Hey, Rosalyn!. Girl, how long's it been?. Monster or man,. whatcha' think of me?. . I took my school pre-roms and rams,.
Formas parte de mi. Realmente es triste ir dando tumbos por las calles. Nos hemos vuelto a aburrir. Ya no te acuerdas de esos ratos agradables. No sera acaso que el tedio es tan grande.