I know that old life I loved my booze. The God said, "boy you gotta choose". I choose God's way and here I am today. I'm I Christ and He's in me. . Don't let me fall down.
Meanwhile Rome burns. Meanwhile Rome burns. . It's a cultural shift, it's the North Atlantic drift. Americana and a rule Britannia. And the moon, yes, we own that too.
Few words you say won't make a sound. I hear what no one says.
You're a southern man. You're a northern soul. You're a west-ender. You got eastern soul. But you're no one at all. . You're a rich man. You're a poor man.
In goodness wake, Ill always say I do. That its all for you. And the tricks Id turn would always shine right through. Its all for you. . Like a stream overflowing and unpredictable.
En mi cuerpo, hierve la sangre,. un abismo de pasin. son mis venas, ros salvajes,. un volcn en erupcin. . no lo pienses, no le des ms vueltas,. no lo dudes.
Find me some time to believe in me. . The cages that we adore. Keeps us cold. The silence held in her hand. A glorified smile. I need you to be there again.
I did myself damage, I know I did it by myself yeah. Filled myself with rubbish, I know I did it, I did it. I did all this and more and wondered who to blame.
Enter with the minus. I exsist just to fuck you in my brain. Better to be vacant. All you've known can be easily thrown away. . Good times. Good times.
(Smile). Something that's innocent. Is still something that makes me cry. No wonder. No one ever knows my name. . Here we are: the next big thing. (In reality that's not the way things are).
It's 3 a.m. and i wanna go to bed. I got a lady runnin' through my head. Ran out of money, looking for a night shift. It's 3 a.m. and i want to go to bed.
It's three a.m. and I want to go to bed.. I got a lady running through my head. Ran out of money looking for a night shift.. It's three a.m. and I want to go to bed..
Caught a train in a dash. Running hard from my past. Set to ride this here rail till the end. Along the way met a queen. Now, I'm her king. And we reign our kingdom from a mountaintop.
Your words forever embedded in. My head but never entrusted. Hey analyst, try to make some sense of this. I know it's hard, believe me. . You swore to never be bitter when.
Oh, by the way, just back away. She's nothing but trouble. Go far away, just run away. She's nothing but trouble. . Feel content with your place. Well inside the human race.
Time flows. Like ink to paper towards the stars. Then cools into blue ice. Then cracks. Cracks like glass goodbye. . Love dies slowly. Flows like molten rock.
And they know your name. And they want you bad. Yeah they want you waving society's flag. . You're a prefect match. In a perfect world. Where the living dead dream of living as ghosts.
I know you had to go. It's too late to turn back. And I know you're so far away. It's too bad all the things that you might say. I saw the way you move.
Don't go away yet. I haven't felt this dead in years. This room's full of people. With drinks in their hands, and nothing but nothing to say. . Don't go away yet.
(Sascha Lien / Co-Writer: Sean Adams). I can still remember when we used to be in love. And at times we wonder why it goes from push to shove. Daily you do nothing watch TV and rape the phone.