Here I am. What a nice place to be. I never thought I'd see the skies separate for me. And here I am. What a nice surprise. If only I had known what life was like on this side.
(Sullivan). Stare across the crowd, the fear and love in their faces. The children of the tribes, prisoners of the flags unfurling. Protect us in these changing times.
Stare across the crowd, the fear and love in their faces. The children of the tribes, prisoners of the flags unfurling. Protect us in these changing times,.
It seems strange to write about these things now. but the time has probably come when we should. accept whatever is past and gone and never will return..
Tell all the people who believe what they read in the press. Tell all the folk who stare from behind suburban walls. The enemy is not some nation far across the sea.
Cassandra's still shouting from the city walls but no one ever hears. And far below the traffic moves like fish upon the ocean floor. to the rhythms of the tide.
Well we all learned how to use a fork and a knife. How sometimes we have to wear a suit and tie. And understand these things are what give us the right.
In the tall grass upon the dune. He rests his head on you. It's warm wind and a faded sky. You watch him drifting far away. Dreaming, drowning. Did you marry a man who married the sea?.
There was always something holding you back. Some other world that was calling. Maybe in the mountains where you stretched your arms. Without fear of falling.
They found us in the courtyard at our table in the shade. We toasted our last few moments and then the end came. They took us back to the airstrip in that beaten up old car.
Midnight sun is rising. You had always known. That my life is yours.. . The sun sets in the desert. And you will always be. . Thought you're gone, we see the sun!.
Mystery mail. It read: "I hope this finds you well". To no avail. You tipped the scale. Now I'll see you in Hell. . Sailing over this story's arc. A cardboard box that missed its mark.
Memorys stain appeared to you in the bath. Memorys stain, body laundered, Soul it hath. . I have a confession. in the form of a question:. How could you entertain.
The secretary. Said the prices vary. To cast in one's image. So I made the pilgrimage. . Meet me at the mannequin gallery. . She told me a story. About the model lady.
Mariah is aware. That most cabs won't go down there. Brimming with desire. Mariah. . Eager, burning tears. From thirty-thousand years. Welling up inside her.
I jump up on a stage. And do my money dance. I throw some money up. And watch the money land. I fell in love when i touched my first hundred grams. I fell in love when i touched my first hundred bands.
All we want is to feel that feeling again. Just a drop on the lips and we're more than equipped. There is some thirst that's gotta be quenched, yeah. All we want is to feel that feeling again.
(This song is actually called "Friend," but metrolyrics has a spaz when you try to post these lyrics because they don't think you're allowed to have 2 songs called "Friend").
I like to speak my mind. Say grace at supper time. I'm just a dot on the map. . ain't scared to take a stand. For this little piece of land. Don't make me take you out back.