Sweat it out baby, your body has a fever. I am thirsty. I've been stranded in a desert. Give me your shelter. I'm gonna soak you up. . This is a one time only.
She tripped and fell year after year. before learning just how to overcome it. For years she let them talk for her,. they said that after all she was mourning.
Stardust suppliers. We are galaxy colliders. . Backwards, forwards. Living in a new world order. . Illuminate from inside with a purple heart. a million miles away.
Alone at last to see. From dream-state to reality. The power to nix the sphere. Assured destruction now complete. . Gone, but not gone. I've seen it coming all along.
The men in the bird want to play war. . They have zoned us north and south. By day they roam in hunting packs. Invincible green giants strong?. At night we cut them to pieces.
[M and L: M. Winterwild]. . I walk in the moonlight far away from the cities roaring sounds. A walk in silence underneath the starlit sky. The glorious landscape that opens up right before my eyes.
[M & L: Thomas Eriksson]. . Far away from twilight I'm searching for my soul. But still I can't find what I've journeyed for. All the distant places I've passed along my way.
isms and answers, heathens and saints. prayer and cancer, color and paints. . war and nations, people fight, follow cues. war and nations, people die, win and lose.
Slower than the day. Quicker than my suicide. Take the strain away. Garden of the nymphs. Wonderful as illusion. No more day after. Nineteen-eighty four.
(G.Snowcat). I don't know what runs inside my thoughts. It's like an insistent beat. Guiding me through an endless cloud of blackholes. No need to imagine a big suicide.
(B+R+M. Gibb / A. Galuten). Baby when there's only one embrace. One is just enough for two. When do I learn. Young fingers get burned. Never my love. And when everyone has been a friend.
theres something in the way. she mixes up the chemicals. next stop battaries. we'll crank it on the radio. sunday morning she'll never leave me waiting.
Got my hands in my pockets. 'Cause I can't stand the sight of them. All they do is remind me. Of the things I've done and the places I've been. . There's nothing left on the inside.
I was born with a song on the tip of my tongue. I grew up every weekend chasing love. Well, I tried my hand at the grip of the pen. I searched for more and more attention.
I know your gonna through a lot of things. I can see it in your eyes but i can't explain it. Situation looking so strange. Like a picture on the wall without the frame and.
Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, yeah. . I can picture us in the living room. By the mantle piece. And you're tellin' me you're lovin' me. With your hands on my thighs.
I am not the lamb, I am not Jesus. I am not ready to sacrifice my innocence. I am not ready to talk to you about politics. I am not ready to taste your corruption.
Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah,yeah. . I can picture us in the living room. By the mantle piece and you're tellin'. Me you're lovin' me with your hands on my thighs.
One thing I know babe. Go on and tell em what you know. If lovin' you is wrong. I heard somebody say. I don't wanna be right. I don't wanna be. I don't wanna be right.