Wipe the tears away, wipe the tears away. . Sunday, bloody Sunday. Sunday, bloody Sunday. . I can't believe the news today. Oh, I can't close my eyes and make it go away.
We used to think that our ignorance is bliss. But we can't keep on thinking. That this moment doesn't exist. There's people fighting and fighting and fighting.
There seems to be something goin' on inside of you. Maybe what you need is just another point of view. But not from me, thats not for me to do. So, step back, relax, take a second, look inside of you.
Well, I can't stop thinking about it. I don't like living without it. So please don't take, take, take it away. So find another way. . Things get so complicated.
Well, I ain't talkin' about cartoons Saturday morning TV. Remote control, it's time to set your mind free. Kick up your feet, flippin' the channels. Brotherly love, I'm leadin' by example.
You make it so hard on yourself. But there's nobody else. That could ever understand. The feelings that you felt. . I can hear you think about. All the time I was around.
And I've made it so hard on myself. Turning my back on how You felt. Seeing a lie that led me on. And leaving a love that did no wrong. That's what it took for me to say.
Give me a word, give me a sign. Show me where to look and tell what will I find, what will I find?. Lay me on the ground, fly me in the sky. Show me where to look and tell what will I find, what will I find?.
No matter how hard you try to. You can't make the clock rewind to. The moment that you lied to yourself. It never really mattered how they felt. . Your secrets and regrets.
I can feel your tenderness. I can feel your love. The only thing I ask from is from you is. Give it up sometimes and feel the love. All I wan to do is get you in the right mood tonight.
Short wave dictator launches the blitzkrieg. Upon your frontal lobe. The unexpected siege of the fortress. Thought impenetrable world peace. . Just a few elusive frequencies away.
seeking to expand the sympathy collection self-esteem should never be parasitic. and stagnation should never get comfortable anxiously awaiting the answers.
Religion in the corner of my eye. A peeping tom and a hole in the sky. The last stall on the left as our makeshift confession booth. . Your parents will never know, stalked by child's nightmare.
Dear everything, today I witnessed. A crucifixion in pink and lavender and gold. I've heard people say that beauty is in details. But I don't think they have ever seen you.
With trembling fingers I trace her jawline. Geometric mystery of celestial design. . Her fragile lips for delicate grins. To spite the sour heart within.
This is an advertisement for the skin machine. Paid for by the people that supply the lash. For these pointless acts of self-flagellation. The vultures are made up like mockingbirds and they're circling.
I sneak a sniff of her live wire hair.. It is bright red with random sparks.. My bionic sister teaches me inhumanity.. Parting her silver thighs and making love obsolete..
The trivial little things left in your wake. Are beloved terminally infected limbs. It is not the firing squad but the blindfold. That makes us tense.
uncertainty demands attention like a middle child and narrows focus. like a bone saw it is the cocoon from which the truth emerges. and once the pattern upon the wings is unveiled it transcends.
They heckle the gunshy assassin, led away in shame. The chameleon is my favorite animal. I learned that boys in dresses are okay on the last day of school.