I'm Headed For A Breakdown. I'm Heading For A Wall.. My Minds In Confusion. Time Starts To Stall. Right And Left. It's All The Same. All Caught Up In The Numbers Game.
Extra! Read All About It. In The Headlines Of The News. A Train Of People Got Blown To Bits. It Could Have Been Me,. And It Could Have Been You. Innocent People On Their Way To Work.
Music and Lyrics: John Webster Small. . v1) So he was gone. before you had. a chance to ask him why. . And every time you hear that name. It makes you pause and sigh.
H-H-H...Here we go!. So they're finally here, performing for you. If you know the words, you can join in too. Put your hands together if you want to clap.
In pursuit of Clarividence to live is to sleep. To die is to awake in the twilight of the fears. . Those countless melodies of hate. In the oceans of fresh sadness.
I want the satisfaction. Of knowing that my heart beats after You. Burning with devotion. To give it up in all I do. I want to take the notion. When regret is all I find.
Cold rising around the silent house where the love in bloom died with the last harvest. Whispering walls remembrance to hold and the voices they weep no one hears, no one hears..
I hear my voice again.. It's longing for you.. And heart that is twisted and stained,. is crying relief to be burnt.. . I hear your god is dying over again..
Busco las horas, busco las sobras que enamoran. Y las memorias que se asoman, que se asoman. El amor se terminó, pero no mi voz, esta historia no. Lo que yo escribo hoy, se quedará conmigo.
Watch yourself before you crawl inside somebody else. Were you here to trap me like a 1000 bottle of tears?. Even though you disappeared with no goodbye.
Andre, I once said. "Seems like a distant car?". And while I heard these words. . I took a number off the shelf. It don't matter my age. 'Cause every time I saw myself.
Go get your ribbon box. Go get your wounded heart. Seeing spiders, I'm told they never lie. . Go get your brother love. Go get your losing head. Seeing fire, I'm told it never burns.
When you're near me I feel romantic. When you're gone, you're far away. If you want me to remain romantic. Here's all the things you have to say. . Hold me, darlin', won't you hold me? Yeah.
When life's a picture of black and white. With so much there that isn't tried. A gentle smile and you begin. To change the scene and color in. And leaden weights turn into wings.
An American landed on Erin's green isle. He gazed on killarny with a rapturous smile. How can I buy it he said to the guy. I'll tell you how with a smile he replied.
If people dressed in colours. According to their deeds. Then many leading men. Would dress in black. And lots of unsung heroes. Who never made a name.
A canvas covered cabin in a crowded labor camp. Stand out in this mem'ry I revive. Cause my daddy raised a family there with two hard working hands. And tried to feed my mama's hungry eyes.
See the tree how big it's grown but friend it hasn't been too long it wasn't big. I laughed at her and she got mad the first day that she planted it was just a twig.
We're holding on with nothing left to hold on to. . I'm so tired of holding on to nothin'. The years have shown no kindness for the hard times we've been through.