The day I had to tell myself. Don't you let her words sink in. She said I was in the wrong lane. On the wrong road. Heading for a dead end. I thought that you were right.
Baby those brown eyes. Well they snuck right up on me. Took me by surprise. Didn't know how deep they'd be. . Been a long time comin'. Since somebody made me look.
Im making my phone call but nobodys on the other side. Im stuck in this jail cell tonight. Cant remember exactly what I did to get me locked away. But Im sure if I had the chance Id do it again.
Refugee Camp. Feel it. Turn my mike up Yo!. It's the international kid with mass appeal. I know I'm signed but I still rhyme like I need a deal. My mike checked from the suburbs to the projects.
So busy thinking 'bout ya, all day I dream about ya. Don't know what I'm gonna do, living without your love. As I count the days you've been gone away.
'Lullaby' by Brian Benham. . Your troubled heart emotions show me. That there's so much more to you. Lift your fallen smile, make you mine, that's what I'll do.
'Live Love' by Brian Benham. . There's a fine fine line, that we want to define. The colors that bind, behind our minds. I can see it now, I can see it now.
So you think that it's over,. That your love has finally reached the end.. Any time you call, night or day,. I'll be right there for you if you need a friend..
You came crashing in like lightening, thrown down from the sky.. So electrifying you could never be denied.. And my life changed before my eyes without a second look..
Lullaby and good night. Dream sweet dreams of love and light. In your heart. In your hands. You are more than your desires or your demands. And if you feel you can't keep hold.
There's a quarter moon breaking on the water tonight. I'm waiting here in second hand light. With no particular place to go. On the last bus home. . There's a girl in the seat right across from me.
If my anchor lifts tonight, I'm gone for good. So you best make up your mind, on if it should. Oh, but if you think I don't care enough. Then I wouldn't be writing this down.
Flags at half-mast. In honor of our demise. Can you get past. The pain behind your eyes. I feel the world revolve about me. I know the world goes on without me.
My life in the D is a tragicomedy, a poetic verse. Its voodoo, some say black magic ettouffe, a dead mans curse. Its just like the Egyptian tombs, tunnels leading to empty rooms.
Forget what you see. And what you thought was true. It's not really me. Speaking to you. . Forget how you feel. Forget all your dreams. 'Cause nothing is real.
You see the struggle on my face,. You see it storming in my eye. You see it heavy on my shoulder,. You see me swaying on the line. . Bring on the troubles of the morning and the stories of my life.
Slowly I begin to realize. That the past and future have been tied. Like me and you in many ways. Like our dreams have played before these words. The taste of pain in this recipe.
LE MORIBOND. Goodbye to you, my trusted friend.. We've known each other since we were nine or ten.. Together we've climbed hills and trees,. learned of love and ABC's,.
Once there was a time when I could say. I was your friend and you were mine. But all that's history. . I'll never know the reason why you thought. That you could hang me out to dry.