I love the way. You say my name. It sounds different every day. . I used to think. That I'd seen you walk way. Too many times. . Now I know. You're here to stay.
Fall down the stairs. It's been a long time since. I got my hands on your teenage poems. It's the only poison that I like. . I'm throwing rocks. At broken windows.
Got somethin to talk about, and not about your letters. I bet you thought you'd count me out, I shoulda known better. I'll never let you in again cause I burned all your letters. Now I'll take a different step, I shoulda known better.
Wake me up. when its over. cause I cannot. handle the sound. leave me here. for a while. here I am. down on the ground. . so take these words. and string them on strings.
I am your whore. I am your god now. . Chains around your neck. Leather beats your skin. Razor blade, crucifix, slide it in. Gagged, whipped, beat, chained.
The God, the gun, the vasoline. You dirty pig, I'm cuming inside you. The pain, the fear. The flash, the scream. You dirty whores, I'll murder all of you.
Listen now the story begins. Ill tell you only cause you are my friend. I love you dearly so I want you to know. How much you mean and I want you to glow.
Her ghost hides in my mind in the night. In a way she's haunting me. I'm wanting her still. . Through rose colored skies. Or blue, blue moonlight, and miracles.
Alone in a room with shadows staring at the wall. Gotta shade my eyes for a moment try and understand it all. Disappear I'm just a ghost left over from another day.
Crystal faces on a windowsill. I can hear them whisper slowly. Like the chill wind. That moves around this room I'm in. . They're going places I've never been.
When your head has gone to bed. Tell the story just like I said. And when you think the sun's gone dead. It's the dead of night just like I said....
Nowhere is the soul I felt. Now I've lost my way. Nowhere is the place I've been. Promise not to stay. . How it was and always is. Sometimes it never will begin.
I didn't want to be so superstitious. I didn't want to say that I was wrong. But does New Orleans have voodoo?. Does cocaine make you chew?. . Are you acting like I wanted you to do.
A memory aint enough to ease the pain from the loss of a brother.. A sedative aint enough to clear my brain I dont wanna live without you.. And they say just take the pain until its over But I say this aint no.
Call up all your friends and wear the latest trends. This is your chance to get up and dance. Let's strike up a pose at the disco. In our hot pink stilettos.
(s. weiland / v. indrizzo). . They all just looked away. Who got the meaning must be a bigger man in those shoes. . To keep the circus paid with beans they're eating.
When your roof, it drags me down, drags me down. I've become the painted clown, I'll paint your town. When your roof it tears me down, wears me down. You stare me down.
Like An Old Time Movie. Words and music by John Phillips, 1967. Every time I see you. It's just because you're blue. You don't really need me. The way that I need you.
Freedom from pain is a thing to be sought. that only exists in the mind.. I try so hard to make life what it's not. pretending it's easy to find.. . The sky is forever, the fields are wide.