Dark december, let me go. Close the curtain on the love that I know. Turn the table, and draw the light. For I know the grass is greener on the other side.
All these years you turned your back on me. It took time but I know just what this means. . And I feel so small when you take it all. you push me away.
He's utterly sarcastic- aesthetically confused. He tells me I'm bombastic I want to be his muse. An ordinary person who peeked into his void. Would only wake up bitter and deeply paranoid.
I had an accident, which I won't explain. I slept for nineteen years in a storm water drain. To when I awoke it was two-thousand and ten. I was feeling rather peckish when I woke up and then.
Leo Sayer & Frank Farrell. he sees her at the same time every night. at the mexican discotheque. she gives him french kisses. he gives her french cigarettes.
Alan Tarney & Leo Sayer. I got your postcard it made me lonely. I'm out of money and no one really cares. the south of france has sunny weather. pretty boats and lots of millionaires.
Money, cars, clothes, hoes. Money, cars, clothes, hoes. I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money. . Mr Angel on the beat. Young mula baby, and the devil on the flow ha ha ha.
I've covered all my traces and given all the facelifts.. You are the reason that I am so numb.. This is my black hole that I have become.. I'm blowing the cover of a two timing lover..
Verse:. Make it a lie and I will get by. Hanging on strings that dont exist. Im caring too much thinking to little. Get by with a touch get caught in the middle.
I put on my coat. I picked up my bag. And I gave you kiss. And I don't know why I walked out. Wondering, what's it all about?. But then you sat me down to tell me.
Verse:. Were we assuming too much. In a virtual touch. That claimed all our lives in what. Were calling love. All the smiles weve created. In bedtimes.
You are a man of society. Have you gone and risked your integrity?. Isn't it good?. She presses your shirt. An hour later you'll be dishing the dirt. Was she worth it.
My eyes are weary,. From staring through mirrors. Searching my remains. Of an old changed face. . Trying to recall. What I left and why. What have I done?.
She sits alone by the fire. While I stare blankly in the mirror. Shes sewing the sail, while Im breaking the boat. And I dont know, I just dont know. .
One day I was wondering. I didn't know what to do that day. I stared at myself in the mirror. I saw a Twentieth Century slave. There I was in my back room.
Holy Macaroni and the Stutter Jive King. Used to run Chicago doing the gangster thing. They'd keep that Smith and Wesson in the pocket of their pants.
Tonight I'm going. To New York city. The place I'll call my home. And tonight I'm going where the climate's shitty. Where I won't feel so alone. And I will build it up right from the ground.
Baby!. You don't wanna make me cry. or I will fill you with the emptiness inside.. . Okay! Alright!. . Baby!. You don't wanna say goodbye. or I will soak you in this rich formaldehyde..
I wanna rob you of your game face. So I can cower beneath your words. 'Cause I'm a freak from the same place. Let suicide make a meal for birds. . Into your heart, I've got the dagger.
There are babies with guns beheading their friends. In shopping malls around the world. Yet somehow the Kings of Leon still find time to write songs about girls.