Every sentiment hangs around. No longer than a minute or two. I find I keep falling for love. But I cant seem to follow it through. . So run, little rabbit, run.
You need somebody who likes them self. Who lives for life and never calls for help. You need somebody to walk you back. Someone who loves you too before you ask.
Flicking chennels in my hotel room,. On aa trip I always thought I'd take with you,. My heart was lifted by a telephone ring,. I thought you'd changed your mind,.
I think I made me/may be wise. I think you made me crazy. That's why I connect the dots on every page. Who knows why I see what I see in the skies. That I've gone and I'm haunted by images.
First she puts her high heels on again. They make her legs look long. Then she crosses up her fingers. And pulls her tight jeans on. Then she pulls her shirt out, she dont want no one to know.
Woah!. Never again will she get the best of me!. Never again will she take away my freedom.. And we won't forget the day we fought. For the right to be a little bit naughty!.
All aboard. The ship is waiting. All aboard, you know I've finally learned. That I don't need no farewell party. I'm just gonna let my bridges burn. Cause I'm going down the river of no return.
Last night I dreamed I was standing at Heaven's gate. Calling out your name but no one ever came. Can't find no mercy, no comfort without you here. God it just ain't fair but I'm sending up a prayer.
It was something you said. as you slipped into bed. You laid on your chest, to rest your head.. . You're falling asleep.. You reached out for me.. Your body is weak, so you reached out for me..
Real life is holding up and flying. over our pride, far, high. . Realize, holding up and tight. is drawing us far, far, far. . why'd they let. why'd they let you.
[Intro: Chris Wellz]. I am bound to my chains as you all are. I carry the weight that codifies the very essence of who I am. One thing is for certain, consciousness. Our consciousness is the key to break the paradigm of our minds, but lacking the awareness of ones own fallible nature, potentially causes the deconstruction of our very being. These things that we call demons are part of our subconscious. They take pleasure in the torment and have us standing in the remains..
You have the upper hand to open up the door. Running out, running out. Running out shouldn't give youth back. . I have a hardened chain connected to my arms.
Row. . The Bull Grecian says, "What have you read?". I come from there, it's executive-sized. It's useless he shares, these legs are all wrong. What Gray often says, it's executive-sized.
Just three miles from the rest stop. She slams on the breaks. She said, "I tried to be but I'm not. And could you please collect your things". Well, I don't wanna be cold.
What I wonder it's like to be the rainmaker. I wonder what it's like to know that I made the rain. I'd store it in boxes with little yellow tags on everyone.
Outside America. Everybody's just waking up. Drinking coffee from a paper cup. To the sound of the radio. . And there's a broke town girl. In the parking lot.
Where is she goin' out tonight?. Is she wearin' your shirt, is she driving your car?. She was the one who was most likely to but she never got through.
Just three miles from the rest stop. She slams on the breaks. She said, "I tried to be but I'm not. And could you please collect your things". Well, I don't wanna be cold.
Well, I wonder what it's like to be a rainmaker. I wonder what it's like to know that I made the rain. I'd store it in boxes with little yellow tags on every one.