I was walking home lonely the other night. I couldnt see a single star in the sky. Oh, they must be too high. Shadows dance around me in the dark. Dont stop.
Sunny blue skies when my clouds been gray. Glass of cold water on a real hot day. Hot cocoa in the mug when it's cold outside. Like change for the bus when you got no ride.
Lucky One. . Hold me in my time. One day I'll be gone. And you'll see me as a thing that happened. Long ago. Think I thought too much. Reaching out of touch.
Go ahead, spit it out, I can take it. Don't do this, don't do that, try and fake it. I, I, I have seen it all. Tell me there's something wrong, make me see it.
You've got eyes but they can't see. What's inside a tv and they never look at me. You won't know and you're never claim to show. That special feeling inside.
Mine is a lonely one, I forgot to have fun, standing under the street light. Ever so nervously, people lookin' down on me, telling me it's all right. .
Barefoot and pregnant she tries not to bend. The ear of the doctor's not much of a friend. The doctor's on location missing his kids. And wondering where she went to live.
Thought I heard you screaming. And pulling out your hair. Furious and steaming. A state upon your stare. . Don't you know. Dirt will find you. And dirt reminds you.
You make me fall from. Lies of hate. You make these walls from. Lines of a face. Nobody's watching. So why do you act like a fake. . You make me crawl from.
(Let's all kill each other). . I've been reading everything, the papers and the magazines, believin' every word I read. Way too many mouths to feed, but we can all agree believing everybody's better off dead.
It's time to die. So say your goodbyes. Your mortal life. Is close to over. Immortal dreams. Of ages it seems. In your final screams. Your eyes will open.
In the fog lights. There was tear gas floating through the twilight. And he wondered what life would be like. With a giant screen TV, a fridge full of beer.
Drain this hell from me. Like leech takes the poison. Give life, take death eternal. I'll serve you endlessly. The light of my salvation. . Devotion, worship, soul on fire.
But I have not seen it now or ever. Women descending on escalators. Coupled with this but also the same thing. Dolled up and spat out so many denominations.
When all the limbs are numb and clean. And you're in transit, dream to dream. I'll drift there to meet you, lazybones. . When all the world has lain and sank.
Lay back, babe, just let it go. 'Cause there's something you should know. I've been waiting, oh, so long. For this chance to come along. . My mind's made up, my heart is for sure.
This is a song about love. The joy of having it. And the agony of being without it. . I've heard it said. That all is fair in love and war. And I can see why.
Infants like phantoms, denied and suspected, their existence discovered always when least expected. Prepared for the day, the knight, he just cannot keep the perfect mask in its place, when he is falling asleep. Faces slacken in slum ber, each rigid muscle relaxes, without warning the hidden child comes to the surface. From the deepest darkness, some unnameable place, of the tower inverted, forms a different face; climbing upwards with effort, to see through the eyes. ..- windows to the soul -now shut- are starring inside. And while the outside beholder sees the face of a child, this fearful and helpless infant turns to a wild beast inside: becomes the architect of the most terrible dreams and puts a crue l fears of death into our hero's sleep....