can't you see me smilin'. that's me upon the silver screen. can't you see me lyin'. lyin' in my bed at night as i dream. in the misty moonlight. by the flickering firelight.
Not long ago, there was a time. When everything would blow my mind. Then I'd learn a bit more, learn a bit more. It canceled everything I learned before.
we're the new generation. we're keepin' the faith. the promise of life. and the human race. the powers of the country. will soon be in our hands. with a new set of people.
Over hills and over miles. My head gets lost on saturdays. I take a walk around the block to see if you got back okay. Guess I'm heading home. I'm nothing now..
Not Long Ago there was a time. when everything would blow my mind. then id learn a bit more. then id learn a bit more. it cancelled everything. i learned before.
This isn't me, this isn't my life. I haven't paid my dues, it's just not right. Stuck in Sin City, high as a kite. I haven't seen the sun in nights, come on.
( Chor ) Noah found grace in the eyes of the Lord. . Noah found grace in the eyes of the Lord. . Noah found grace in the eyes of the Lord. . and he landed high and dry..
Good morning mister sun. the day has just begun. I''ve got so much to do now. I washed my hands this morning. so very clean and shine. Jah, I hold 'em up to you now (woohoo).
Drinking a Familiar ale. As I listen to a tale. Of a friendship that was won and lost. A long time ago. . Well I always got to roam, nowhere to call my home.
When I wake up in the morning and I'm all alone. I've got my boots and my braces and my hair's all gone. Got to go out into the world. Got to make sure I take care out there.
It's summer time and the country's on the line. The lads are on the streets and the riots doing fine. Picking up the pieces after the night. Picking up the pieces for another fight.
Well, we bursted out of class. Had to get away from those fools. We learned more from a three-minute record, baby. Than we ever learned in school. Tonight I hear the neighborhood drummer sound.
Oh, I wish I could laugh. When I look way back. To find out who stole all my dreams. . Whoa, I wish it was easy. To face the fact. There's nobody there but me.
Church-house Gin-house. School-house Out-house. on highway number nineteen. the people keep the city clean. they call it nutbush. oh nutbush. call it nutbush city limits.
Let's take a walk in the park. where we first said "hello". maybe borrow a dream for hour. and sooner or later from nothing forget-me-nots grow. but love grows much faster than flowers.
No lies, no angels, no lies, no angels. No lies, no angels, no lies, no angels. No Heaven, no Heaven, no lies. . No lies, no angels, no Heaven. No lies, no angels, no Heaven.