the basement scene is dark and dusty. the musty smell of stale air. cobwebs dangle overhead. people stumble down the stairs. lets get this party started, yo.
telephone call woke me up at noon. i thought it was much too soon. pulled the covers tightly up and then. i went back to sleep again. . woke once more at half past one.
I am starting to sense your location. You are somewhere in the attic. Looking something close to tragic. Knitting t-shirts and your mattress. I'm floating up the stairwell.
Walk right through my soul, keep out the cold. And make me lose control, fill me with love. My mind is blazing and we're escaping the real world. Swing and sway on Lunar Bay, yeah, on Lunar Bay, yeah.
Living like a cry. living just to die. . Living - what does it mean? - Living.. Never caring what they say. what they think about my way.. Never asking what will be tomorrow or another day..
You got something to give. Is it something I see in the life that you live?. You got something I need. If its something to keep me from falling again.
Nu kan ik niet meer terug. Naar het land waar ik van hou. Naar het land met de witte kust. Naar het land dat hoorde bij jou. Door regen door mist zo dicht.
You told me. There's no need. To talk it out. Cause it's too late. To proceed. And slowly. I took your words. And walked away. . No looking back. I wont regret, no.
she knows how to work it (work it),. she know how to twerk it (twerk it),. she knows how to move her body right.. . go,go. ladys and gentleman (go). once again (go).
Me an contado que Blas esta preparando en casa una fiesta. Se que iras esta noche y que podremos vernos tu y yo. Estaremos bailando. Asta que salga el sol.
Im always running in the dark. Trying to catch a spark. Ill revere it as it fades. And leave no trace. And leave no trace. . Id be chasing anything. That had a hook to cling.
Do you hide behind the door of another mans escape?. Do you find the crowded floor of his carriage as it migrates?. Do you even need it at all?. Are you a fool for wanting more?.
No, nothing I can do. No, nothing I can say. 'Cause living without you. I can't escape, I can't escape. . Am I looking for love in the wrong place?. As I had it all but it went to waste.
Luckily I got a book of tricks. Know what I gotta do to get my kicks. Cos I've read every single page. And I wouldn't say I'm crazy but. If you look in my eye.
Victim of my own good intentions. I can't say no. My hands tied. I'm trying to stay afloat. . I've been feeling like. I'm out on the edge again. My breathing shallowed.
And the boys, boys with their toys, toys. Say goodbye, not for the last time. The boys, boys with their toys, toys. Say goodbye, you're walking the line.
Michael. Wartime. Wartime.. This is no time for doubting, to stop and wonder why. This is a time for shouting, "I don't believe the lies!". (No, I don't believe the lies.).