Come around to this fine town. Where freedom makes the world go round. And where dreams are found. And carried out. . Even in the afternoon. You can go there fishing for the moon.
woah oh oh oh oh. ra na na. ra na na. ra na na na na na. . can I hide my skeleton's in your closet?. you don't mind or have you lost it?. you say you love me.
Get me a big bucket. Filled to the brim with cold water. Pour it on my head and wait. . Nothing I have ever. Felt has made me lose my head, I've never.
Streets and roads. Like those we saw. Sitting in my car, babe. . Radio's on. We're driving slow to the town. . Place we know. Don't want to go there alone.
Only talk. When silence is listening. Spoon-fed guilt is slowly poisoning. Don't prod my speech. Because I can't answer that. I can't be teached. It's something beyond that.
Have you been peeping past your own windowpane.... Oh yeah, once again?. I ain't your cistern, but I somehow feel like I'm to blame. There's a space that needs to be.
Six wheels rolling, rolling over my arms. If you don't notice then you don't notice anything. Do you?. The sky is sweating and the moon's turned to blood.
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.