Your scars lead the way to a place far beyond. Our sweetest dreams and there is no coming home. Millenia of gaining of what we desire. Shame it's pointless.
I was the champion of forgive forget. But I haven't found a way. To forgive you yet. And though I know you and I are through. All my thoughts are lines converging in on you.
Wanting to understand. To understand a hand thats not my hand. In a moment to be defined. All clear lines of all that, that could mean. And I'm wanting eyes.
Well this old man, he played one. He played knick-knack on my thumb. Knick-knack, paddiwack, give a dog a bone. This old man came a rollin' home. . Well this old man, he played two.
Cedar grains cling to woven skin upon walls.. I know.. Frail truths feed borrowed dreams grown cold.. And from here I beg, release, and hope.. I hope..
Divinity will rise and destroy. I am the wolf amongst the sheep. And I will erase. All the things that you hold dear. . No more heroes. No more lies. No more saviours.
Heuser/Pierce. . I painted back in school to pass the time. The time behind the easel eased my mind. There's still a still hanging in my den. The strokes in white all rushing to the sand.
Heuser/Pierce. . There's someone in my ceiling at night. And I want to help her. I want to tell her all about my youth. . But something in the way her hair's tied.
Was glaubst du, Profesor,. wer du bist, was du erzhlst,. wenn du gehst, kommt der nchste dran,. es gibt keinen dem du fehlst.. Was glaubst du, Direktor,.
(Text und Musik: Ringsgwandl). Der Chor, der singt so schoen, so dass ich weinen muss.. Wo sind meine Augenwischer?. Zweihunderttausend bluetenreine Kinderstimmen,.
Every time I see your face. It reminds me of the places we used to go. But all I've got is a photograph. And I realize you're not coming back anymore.
(Ooh) (Ooh) (Ooh). So you said I'm picture perfect but you never, never did admit,. You were lying, lying through your teeth and I bit my tongue. But apparently you were different.
It's a panic in needle park,. and the kids are all left in the dark,. about the Contra man,. moving Government contraband,. and the kids aren't going to take it,.
There's no need for depression. And no I don't have the blues. Wouldn't wanna go to heaven. If I can't go there with you. And yes I still count my blessings.
Tucked in the woods. Near North Chicago. Early November. Commences our saga. Two loved in silence. For fear of corruption. Then fate chimed in. With an evil grin and a mighty interruption.
There's blood in my mouth 'cause I've been biting my tongue all week. I keep on talkin' trash but I never say anything. And the talkin' leads to touchin'.
There's blood in my mouth 'cause I've been biting my tongue all week. I keep on talkin' trash but I never say anything. And the talkin' leads to touchin'.
if you're scared and it shows cause you're watching them grow. and traveling blows when you're out of road. and when you jump up the earth wants you back.
build your own television receiver. staying home can't be that bad for me. cause i'm not scared. but i'd like some extra spare time. easily earn me big money.
A thousand miles from Indiana,. but I'm not moving; I'm not leaving.. A thousand miles from who I want to be,. but I'm not dead yet. I'm still breathing,.