Good God, where does it end? You have been waiting in line. To have a phone chord or a cable fed right down your throat. Dont struggle or it will bend and be a waste of time.
You look at me with your eyes on the floor. I know the truth baby, you just can't hide anymore.. I'll count to ten.. And this time, I won't start over again..
This incentive represents this dimly lit room just a minute in,. My heart beat beat climbs in sync with captivate me as you shed your skin,. . (x2). Princess,.
I'm reaching out. I'm reaching out. I'm reaching out to get to you. . Sweetheart here's the sweet part. It's 5am and your lips are still amazing. But they can't stop, me from falling.
Caught between the truth and what I want. When I'm with you, there's no because. I am always hoping you are going to come around. Caught between whatever I was looking for.
Look who's pulling up outside. With a trunk full of fun. And a European ride. Heard that you were going for away. And we are all so happy son. That we were on the way.
In a city somewhere. In a corner of the world. I've had my share of trouble. and trouble I have caused. though I've paid and paid in spades. it doesn't take the pain away.
I'm going to meet you. I'm going to meet you. I'm going to meet you. I'm going to meet you. . I'm going to meet you. I'm going to meet you. I'm going to meet you.
All the stars watch over you, night and day. When you can't stop turning. Whered you go mysterious?. So ashamed, youve lost the way again. . When did we all start.
Chorus. . Mammy didn't have a child. Wild goes with a working man. Church go in deep. Gain who did all daddy came. He grab the bottom hand. And told is nothing you can do.
Cast shadows through the days. And swing the night and come with me. There's nothing to believe in here. So just believe in me. . Your sense of apprehension suits you.
I've tried to mark the plains;. I've cried and screamed your name,. but all has been in vain.. My tired self remains.. . My attempts at love. are not worth speaking of..
You won't ask then I won't tell. Anything about myself to you, honey, I'm an open book. A little hard to read that may be true. A little hard to read that may be true.
In the public eye theye fabricated you.. Chose your selling points to sell.. Became an object they can hate or pursue.. But no one asked just how you felt..
As I admire the smiles on the people in the photo. I think "What am I missing this time?". I'm always racing, chasing, someone, somewhere,. that isn`t mine.
You were lying on your back in the grass. Counting backward from a thousand. To cool the rush of blood in your veins. And the pressure of everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone.
Summer's blood. Breaks a winter's composure. And I'm in love with your daughters. I'm in love with your sons. And a flush of rain. Floods the banks of all reason.
I had a dream, I was in school. Reading your autograph, pages of green. In seventh grade, now like an epitaph. . Alone in your room. With an artist inside of you.
We opened Pandora's box just to see if she was home. She had an apple pie a jaundiced eye and a big red telephone. She said, "Boys I know why you are here, you wanna take me for a ride.
Please no more therapy. Mother take care of me. Piece me together with a. Needle and thread. . Wrap me in eiderdown. Lace from your wedding gown. Fold me and lay me down.