Is there room, room, room in your heart for me. Room, room, room for a fool like me. I still love, love, love you sweetheart, can't you see?. Just open your heart make room for me.
It rains and it rains all day and this red dirt I'm workin' turns to clay. And clay ain't nothin' but a fancy name for mud red mud. Red mud (red mud red mud) red mud (red mud red mud).
Ramblin' rose, ramblin' rose. Why you ramble no one knows. Wild and wind blown that's how you've grown. Who can cling to a ramblin' rose. . Ramble on, ramble on.
(copyright Steven Cavanagh 1993-2002). . In the skies. In the stars. Incomplete,. but fully armed. Hides the second. Death Star. It's the Empire's. hidden base.
Verse:. I've tried. So many times. With so many girls. None of them was quite like you. Sorry for comparing you. . But you gotta know. That you are fasho (for sure).
Oh, the vacant night. Speaking silence you wrote. I would follow you. . Scattered pieces of you. Filling spaces you were. Silence followed you. Speaking out my name.
Get the fuck up and do something, inspire the crowd. To set it off and make a difference, lock and load. And then I tattoo on my skin the names and faces I have seen.
Million years of evolution. Still not close to perfection. God how much time do you need?. Cause I'm getting impation. Release the source. And I'll find a way to alter my DNA.
You think you can shield your heart from me?. The dots connected and now I see. How I regret we shared fruit from the forbidden tree. I was entertained to a degree.
I feel like I've gone astray just like a runaway. From the grip of your love, it's not that I wanted to. Its not like I tried to do it that way, Ive found.
Let the sea resound, let every knee bow down. We will praise You, we will praise You. Let every tongue confess of Your righteousness. We will praise You, we will praise You.
Jehovah knocking at my door, what can I say?. I gave him some, he wanted more. So I paid and now he's gone another 'round for everyone. I just wanna be your sugar mom.
Sang a song or rather hummed it. Through a key hole. Through a cracked voice. Coated cherry description:. Breaking fucking breathing dead. I've got this song in my head.
Think a zillion times before you trust. It might just kill you. There'll be sickness and loneliness. And no love to your name. The hand you take may turn to claws.
down the hall it's the same. counting the footsteps. taking your deep breaths. such a suspicious calm. a day is a day. home is home. and everything. everything is as it seems.
Now the king told the boogie men. You have to let that raga drop. The oil down the desert way. Has been shaking to the top. . The sheik he drove his Cadillac.
Si tú me pides que me aleje. Seguramente al principio dolerá,. No estábamos destinados a continuar.. . Si yo te pido que te alejes. Tal vez nos tardemos un tiempo en olvidar,.
This is the only lonely picture. Waiting on my floor, littering my shore. This is the last true burning letter. Given to a girl, written by a boy. Living in a world created to destroy.
If we were a rock 'n' roll band,. We'd travel all over the land.. We'd play and we'd sing and wear spangly things.. If we were a rock 'n' roll band.. .