Traded my last favor. For a map of St. Charlene. All these ghosts and angels. Friends and strangers. Ask me where I've been. . The engine seemed to tremble.
(Bill Berry/Peter Buck/Mike Mills/Michael Stipe). . Did you never call? I waited for your call. These rivers of suggestion are driving me away. The trees will bend, the cities wash away.
I'm not a sailor. I'm not so strong out of my shoes. Dragging like anchors. . Over the ocean. Pearls in the sky strung 'round the moon. Pointing to you.
Straight from the under, I make niggaz wonder. Why, I tap jaws, rock black eyes. See I, know nothing about things I be doing. Lives I ruin, in this here shit we pursuing.
Got all my Magnum niggaz in here, word up. Sean P, yeah, yeah, yeah, word is bond. Word up, M-F-C, hah, word up, yeah, yeah. Smack this nigga son, word up, hit him.
Chorus:. . I'm not sure anymore more. Who is knocking at my door door. All the people that I knew. Acted funny when big ruck got some loot. But they can't see b, let my parabellum fly fly.
The sidewalk bends where your house ends. Like the neighborhood is on its knees. Surrounded by a chain link fence. Keeps me out but let's me see. . Well, I come by most every night.
In the summer of my wedding. As the corn burned in the field. Oh, I lay down for my baby. And let the sweet smoke stain my heels. . Well, I lay there till the midnight.
Can't shake this feeling. It won't let go. We're heading into parts unknown. . Whoa, spinning as we go. Whoa. . Night sky above us. Stars all aglow. Illuminate the world below.
I've been working hard... But its hardly worth it. Without you by my side i feel like nothings working. I'm tryn' to blow up fast in this city. At the same time make some cash from ambition.
I stood and watched the ocean breathe. For the millionth time it swallowed me. I care not to feel I'm dying. . Flash back to what you did to me!. Flash back to what you said to me!.
Rats in my bedroom. They're bouncing up high. Shaking their long bare tails. Snakes in my kitchen. They crawl on my floor. I'm scared to death. I'm going pale.
You can't stop and end this shit. Starts going. You can't fight against it. Poisoned thoughts led you astray. Nodding off into the gray. Fight your fears.
you wonna end up in the streets. you wonna be in misery. that's what you're gettihg for yourself. gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta. gotta shake wie. gotta move out of here.
They can't hear me!. 25 years of my life. In my own prison. Built in my head. 25 years of my life. In my own prison. Built in my head. . I've given all of me to see.
Damage done and the seventh son, holy hell we are sleepless. Comatose red in the serpent's bed, hell we are dying in fever. . Dinner's served on silver plates, one last gasp of freedom.
I'd better step into my boots, keep shocking. A box of red wine keeps my head up rocking. A big pack of kicks and I'll go again. . You'd better start to wake up, baby.
If I could let you in. To greet the vermin inside. I'd find a way through your heart. And raise some hell again. Or maybe just settle down. I'd be the one.
Come down to my level. And share this cold with me. The space once filled heavy. With loss now lies empty. . I tried to run but I got stung. A thousand times rolled into one.
Tie the knot, hang to dry. Pull the plug, kill the light. Celebrate your demise. Funeral of a god, set to end from the start. . Buying back stolen dreams.