Feel the touch of my hand. See the light in my eye. You know why I feel. . Like a foolish young boy. Like some discarded toy. Like a wounded animal. And you know why.
See my light it has gone away - My fire is dead but here I stay. Time is passing by though nothing heals its breath does tear my life. Endless pain throught my loveless heart.
To feel the emptiness. I see only punishment. you caused me darkdreams. You brought me evil dreams. My anger for your promises is just growing. I feel your rage....
The Indian man lost all of his land in Oklahoma. A man dressed in black gave some of it back to Oklahoma. And the man they called Sam. Washed the Red out of the land in Oklahoma.
I believe in karma, I believe in soul. I believe in heaven, I believe in rock and roll. I believe in wrestlin', I believe in sleep. I know I ought to quit now, I believe I'm in too deep.
I memorized all the words for you. But if you only knew how much that's just not like me. I wait up late every night just to hear your voice. But you don't know that's nothing like me.
One day I fell asleep and dreamt of something to keep. Opened up my dying mind to see the things that I'd never find. Something true and beautiful was waiting there for me.
There I was at the immigration scene. Shining and feeling clean, could it be a sin?. I got stopped by the immigration man. He said he doesn't know if he can let me in.
I used to be a king. And everything around me turned to gold. I thought I had everything. Now I'm left without a hand to hold. . It's alright, I'm okay, how are you?.
In times of meditation. I can hear the sweetest voice. Sounding out across the distance. Breaking through the noise. . Then there comes a vision. And then a touch so tender.
all the leaves falling at ground. just like our love. it's mockery. it's make believe. the choice is made. . how many times did i call. and can't get no one.
Lo sai cosa penso?. E dimmi, tu hai. Lo stesso pensiero. Cosí forte,. O non puoi?. . La luna liquida. E io mi sento. . Invisibile. Come sempre. Quando tardi per dire.
In fondo al mare cadono le onde. Riposano per ripartire. E lasciano un'impronta sulla sabbia. Prima di sparire.. . In fondo al mare nuotano I miei sogni,.
Il mondo in trappola. Ha il sale sulle ali,. Pallido sguardo. Ha gli occhi sconfitti.. . Il mondo in trappola. Sa bene che ormai. costretto al riparo.
(the horizon closed down...). what did you see before the world went dark?. I know I have no home now, (no place to hide).. my home is in your space,.
If Saturdays end sadder days,. pay stubs should bring salvation. accelerating heartbeats happily.. But these days our day jobs barely cover insurance,.
WITHOUT A BROKEN HEART, YOU'VE GOT NOTHING TO SING ABOUT!. With all those rehashed hooks,. you've got no chance of standing out.. You try to hard and hope the hook sticks..
If I apologize for the swift and sudden rise in the recurring themes of love and God and war, will you make amends for the way we all pretend these aren't the thing we think about when we can't think about our jobs anymore?.
Incapable of holding down real jobs. and can't make rent,. so for a life in the arts. we deem ourselves destined.. Skip across my record collection. until a song strikes my soul..
Dusk hits and the whole world gets to be, "knock three times, tell them who sent you and who you came to see". I could find you in any dive in any one of these Dark streets. In a vinyl booth with a stranger, dripping insincerities. And all those promises to me you mumbled. I guess you'll keep them eventually...(to someone else).