Sunday Driver. . His left elbow is hanging out the window. His left finger steerin' the wheel. His right arm is wrapped around his sweetheart. and it's paradise in his love mobile.
At a red stop light in some sleepy town. An old truck pulled up with the windows down. That song from the past was playin' full blast. . And all at once I was seventeen.
Rolling around this hotel bed awake at 3 am. Cleaning out the mini bar ringing you again. I've already called you 14 times just to say goodnight. I need to hear one more i love you before i douse the lights.
Hangin' in the V.I.P. Saw him comin' to holla at me a. Playboy pique my curiosity when. He asked me if I wanted to trade. I was on my second drink and.
Why, why, why. Why, why, why. Why, why, why. Why, why, why. Why, why, why. Why, why, why. . You see me at the bottom. Trying to get on top. You see me at the club.
Bad ass decisions made from a fear of being alone, all by myself again. Sitting in the den and lookin' at the phone as if it owes, owes me a favor. As I reverse my earlier making of a king sized bed.
There's a saying old. Says that love is blind. Still we're often told. Seek and ye shall find. So I'm going to seek. A certain lad. I've had in mind. .
I used to picture you naked on the floor. But I just can't do that anymore. And I used to love the things we did. If God's a witness, God forbid. But I just can't do that anymore.
(Take it home with a burn). What's that thing upon your forehead growing. Now there's holes for something to get in there. You hide 'em fast so noone sees it.
S.O.S.. Lover's Grief. Baby, can't you see. I love you. And I want. You to love me too. S.O.S.. Through the night. I can see your light. Shining tenderly.
how long would it take for you. to finally admit the truth. do i have to throw it in your face. maybe i should just keep quiet. and not say a thing. i know you all too well.
is this worth the lives. is this worth the pain. this is not the life. this is what you've become. driven to the point. your desire is blood. unmatched by any man.
Riding the withered shadows grey. Below the nightsky blind astray. Hasty led, by the four I'm brought. To the abyss of bewildered thought. A path away from all that's mortal.
Behind the shuttered door a voice from below the earth. rumbled like the fiery pits of the underworld. And with such ferocious strenght it spoke, the entire world trembled.
The night all winds were still. And silence lay weightly on the soil. By a water sat a voiceless man. Alone by the moonlit mirror. He looked to the horizon with a mournful heart.
Retribution is a pleasure. We won't beat your fucking hate. I've been looking around. Some people can't be found. It seem they are locked in a solitude.
Sometimes I wish I could just sew up my eyes So I don't have to witness and realize the monster that has become of me. . There's something wrong with the fatal attraction.
We're all going someplace sometimes. It depends on just how you feel. You take me, ah today you take me out drivin' so. I don't got a think how i feel.