What I wanted for us isn't nothing. Like the things we do to make us feel this isn't real. And although we both know that our egos go toe to toe. To show who really has the wheel.
Tell me what is safe to say. And tell me how to say it the right way. And that is what I'll say. . You can choose the thoughts I save. And tell me when I'm wrong for acting brave.
Gravity escapes from the night sky. Free floating into the air. I can't stand on my own two feet. I'm going nowhere. . Every time I get ahead I'm knocked back down again.
Paint me away. Color me shades of blue and grey. Give me a reason to keep my troubles in pools of black. Buried so deep. . Got to let it drain to make room for the rain.
Meet me down on the street of windows. Girl that's all I want you to do. Meet me down on the street of windows. Baby let me look through you. . Meet me down on the street of windows.
There's a stranger in a car. Driving down your street. Acts like he knows who you are. Slaps his hand on the empty seat and says. . "Are you gonna get in.
Watched it comin' up Winslow, down south park boulevard. Yeah it was looking good from tail to hood. Great big fins and painted steel. Man it looked just like the batmobile.
She runs down the staircase. And into the yard. And she goes down to the end of the drive. With her friends on the phone. And her angels on guard. . She's just recently feeling alive.
Got into a cab in New York City. Was an Oriental man behind the wheel. Started talking about heaven like it was real. Said, "They got mansions in heaven.
I could hear the shutters banging in my mother's house. And the wind just kept blowing off the lake. I ran down to the front door and told the ambulance man.
Every morning when the sun comes up. On the east side, I catch a buzz. Lying next to you, roll over, and kiss your cheek. Just because. And the paper comes we pour a cup of Joe.
Als die kleine Jane grade 18 war. Fhrte sie der Jim in die dancing bar. Doch am nchsten tag fragte die mama. Kind warum warst du erst heut morgen da. .
Jenny sah eines Tages zum Fenster 'raus. . da lag dicker Schnee auf dem Nachbarhaus.. Jenny baute den Schneemann ans Gartentor. und sagte ihm ins Ohr:.
Seems like all this time's been wasted not picturing what happens in so long. And I never think ahead too far, too long, 'cause what if I'm wrong?. You've always been there in some way, some form, but mostly looked past.
We're at two feet down. We're at two feet high. We can't create our scene. So why destroy our time?. . Think I lost my girl. But I'm running off. Spending most of my time.
Amar es jugarse la vida. Ser un blanco perfecto dejar las defensas rendidas. Amar es romper el espejo gritar contra el viento y sentir. . Cada mirada tuya rara es un pual que se me clava.
It's my direction. it's my proposal. . It's so hard. it's leading me astray.. My obsession - it's my creation. . You'll understand. it's not important now..