Thirty years of walking a beat down and dirty from all that he's seen. protect and serve then turn in your gun now your serving days are done.. . There goes the peacemaker.
Pardon me, but I think you're the one love. That I've been waiting on for so long. Pardon me, could we walk in the moonlight. Just to sit there and find right or wrong?.
I'm falling out of cars. Don't know when I'll hit the ground. Hold me when I fall. Headlights in my face. . My body's full of scars. Words are lost and won't be found.
This is the sound of our days. Burning the light of our nights. This is the sign of our times. From my mouth into your eyes. . This is the beat of our praise.
Their iron fists are beating. picking up the steam. hammers in the mineshaft. pictures how it seems. . Numbers in the working. burning down the house.
nexus polaris... a truth concealed. a gaunt expression of the end. prophecies revealed... dimensional chaos. in perfect symmetry - a mask so dreary. a truth so stained - a planetary conformation.
reach beyond the constellations. a movement towards the monumental. universal secrets - the cosmic error. sculptured by those dying generations. . ...I drank the passions of those lost in the paradox....
I'm lost to the world soon to be forgotten. Living in the shadows, searching for belief. But my anger is gone and the anvil is broken. The pieces on the ground melting in the silence.
Take me to your river, baby, take me to your sea. Purify my soul an' pour your ocean over me. Lead me to your chamber where you sleep at night. Scratch your name across my back, make me feel alright.
Must be a powerful thing. to put your hands together. and talk to your creator.. Heads of state don't know your name.. Now you feel you're speaking for everyone..
I'm feeling palpitations.. My heart keeps on skipping.. I can't be so courageous,. when my breathing is suffocated.. -Chorus:. Palpitations,. I'm feeling them come no consolations,.
Looking back, o beloved. I remember things you said to me. In the garden before the black sun rose. Things you said to me. . Things you said, o beloved.
You bite your lip and kinda frown. You lost the plot, the time, all kind of stormy. I see it coming, cross your brow. See the rain come raging down before me.
The way you arch your back and comb your hair. The way you only come when no-one else is there. The way you look like you might know a secret. There's not a lot I can do, it's peculiarly you.
Slut kiss girls won't you promise her smack. Is she pretty on the inside. Is she pretty from the back. Slut kiss girl won't you water her rack. Is she pretty on the inside.
He shakes his death rattle. Spittle on his bib. And I don't do dishes. I throw them in the crib. . I'm eating you. I'm overfed. Your milk's in my mouth.
Hey you, you're way ahead of me. You're drunk on apathy. You burned right out. Hey you, you're just a cripple now. They sell for millions now. They sold you out.
Tear the petals off of you. And make you tell the truth. . All the darling buds of may. They fall with no sound. They carry you down. They carry you down.
I complicate whichever way I try to go. I get in the way, oh. I question to the point I'd never know. If I was in love, oh, ooh. . I talk about it but I'm not complainin'.
You just lay down slowly, swiftly, crushing nothing. Catching maybes, maybe I'll try. And she was born out west to feel. The sun, the air, her dreams, the perfect sky.