Crash and burn. All the stars explode tonight. How'd you get so desperate. How'd you stay alive. Help me please. Burn the sorrow from your eyes. Oh, come on be alive again.
Oh, make me over. I'm all I wanna be. A walking study. In demonology. . Hey, so glad you could make it. Yeah, now you really made it. Hey, so glad you could make it now.
On this lonely stretch of solitude. I'm thinking 'bout the things that I never do. All the promises that I made to you. Well, they're just words, they're only words.
I may never sleep knowing you're out there,. crack a smile so i know you still care,. me and your window, why it never closed,. staying til i couldn't say goodnight.
When unidentified remains are relinquished to our care. That are so decayed and liquefied as to make diagnosis. quite a chore. When the putrescent canvas of death is teeming with.
(Original by Ryan Adams ). . Well night time let her through. Yeah I am talking to you. I wanna see her. Precious little thing. with eyes that dance around without their clothes.
My love. lives out at the end of the road. takes what you give her and goes. Says things that everyone knows. She's only willing. to kiss me again. Lights me on fire.
Well I woke up in mid-afternoon cause that's when it all hurts the most. I dream I never know anyone at the party and I'm always the host. If dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghosts.
Well I woke up in mid-afternoon cause that's when it all hurts the most. I dream I never know anyone at the party and I'm always the host. If dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghosts.
Sha, la, la, la, la, la, la. Mmm. Uh huh. . I was down at the New Amsterdam. Staring at this yellow-haired girl. Mr Jones strikes up a conversation. With a black-haired flamenco dancer.
All dressed up no place to go. Hey monkey, when you gonna. Show your face around me?. I know all the wrongs and rights. And I just want a little light to fall on me.
Miller's angels in black and white. Welcome everyone in. Children dreamin' of wrong and right. Wrapped in grace and in sin. . They come out of the blue sky.
I guess I think I feel alright. You come circling through the light. The skyline baby is bright tonight. What more perfect rendezvous?. The sundown paints the shadows through.
(Kurt Stevenson, Patrick Winningham, & Chris Boesel). Originally recorded for the Georgia soundtrack. . I got a feeling. of unrighteousness. bitter cold.
She is trapped inside a month of gray. And they take a little every day. She is a victim of her own responses. Shackled to a heart that wants to settle and then runs away.
In the still water she lies down. Shaking through the press of sunlight. We rolled into Lexington. She shakes off the drop of daylight. . Water beading up her chest.
In the still water she lies down. Shaking in the press of sunlight. We rolled into lexington. She shakes off the drop of daylight. Water beading up her chest.
I guess I think I feel alright. You come circling through the light. The skyline, baby, is bright tonight. What more perfect rendezvous?. The sundown paints the shadows.
Wake up, maggie, I think I got some-thing to say to you:. It's late september and I really should be back at school.. I know I keep you amused, but I feel I'm being used..