My friend you were the model. A priceless work of art. Boys would fashion their emotions. To the pattern of your heart. And I heard you wrote that record.
The sun came up with no conclusions. Flowers sleeping in their beds. The city's cemetery's humming. I'm wide awake, it's morning. . And I have my drugs, I have my woman.
Just forget what you cannot replace. This sweet day is almost weightless and new. So I talk but no one can relate. To the fear I had when I was younger.
Lead Vocals by Greg. . She sees the world through rose-coloured glasses. Painted skies and graceful romances. I see a world that's tired and scared. Of living on the edge too long.
She sees the world through rose-coloured glasses. Painted skies and graceful romances. I see a world that's tired and scared. Of living on the edge too long.
As he sat down upon the train. Silence settled in his brain. Reached out his hand and touched her hair. . He struggled with the same old thought. Should he tell her, should he not.
I got my plans from trembling hands. I knew just what to do. Follow each step carefully. And hope they pulled me through. . My father ran to different lands.
You were so poised. Like some matador raising his steel. It's the same old useless ceremony. And a last bow before the kill. Every junkie in this laundromat.
You never need forgiveness. Left home at seventeen. Raised up on hate. . To a life that's second rate. I've seen that look before. Behind some closing door.
Out on the streets every night. Going out of my head.. Caught in a midnight parade. That I wish I wasn't in,. I'm running away with nowhere to hide. Caught in a world just four lanes wide.
Now that were wasted, talking disconnected. I see that wildness in your eyes. Proud and hollow, like theres no tomorrow. You know you scare me sometimes.
You never need forgiveness. Left home at seventeen. Raised up on hate. . To a life that's second rate. I've seen that look before. Behind some closing door.
Many days I've traveled, but I know not where I'm going to. I'm lost, lost along the way. From Mexico to Paris, always the same solitary circle. In an empty cafe.
He kept it all inside - alive and screaming. Tears were not his style, his pride was leading. . I watched the light dancing on the sea. As it turned to grey.
Rise (Japanese Release). (Payne/Downes). . Read in the papers. See on the screen. Oppressive behavior. A foreign regime. . That don't happen here. That can't happen here.
Rock and roll dream. Not what it seems. Who is the dreamer now?. . When I see the faces from the limousine. No chance of our survival. Armed forces, the guardians of the law.
The battlefield, the smoke has cleared. Silence in sight, the blood lies deep. Look from the hills, the valley calls. Six hundred fall, a lost to all.
You take me on 80,. Along a California trail,. To Reno,. I know you're waiting there.. I passed the Sierra Nevada,. Like a Holy Grail,. You beckon a beacon,.
On the street below these walls. Where I used to walk. Now I can barely crawl. All this darkness rising tall. Lord, shine a light for me. I'm waiting to be called.