Some kind of cloud. Is floating inches above you now. Youre nothing but shadows on the ground. . And its always the same. Should anybody take the blame at all?.
Lately,. I know we're gonna break free. This time we'll rise so high. Fueled by desire. That fire. Burnt me today. I never wanna be lame. . Make it. Ya I know were gonna take this.
Stormy says the sun is too bright. She sleeps in all day. Waits for the night. Seldom smiles. Always paints her face white. I think it brings out the fire in her eyes.
Love. It's a bleeder. Hit me like a train. Got me hot like a fever. 4 a limited time. My life was a breeze. I liked the way you looked. How we'd laugh.
In a secret garden. Somewhere lost in time. He ponders forever. As she sleeps inside his mind. Lost beneath the shadows. Of a scarlet sky. She dreams of a place.
(M. Biedermann). . Trapped inside her crystal ball. You feed her the future, you tell her all. Life and death, she feels is in her hands. She's the one who dies by your command.
Following the shadows of the skies or are they only figments of my eyes?. And I'm feeling close to where the race is run. Waiting in our boats to set sail, sea of joy.
Said to myself, "I'm the man I got a pocket full of money". Cert's in my mouth in case my breath gets kinda funky. I saw this hottie staring right at me she kinda looks like.
Was conceived outta nuthin'. Always be what I've been. If I focus the real world. One day I might tune it in. Do I have to shout, do I have to wave a gun.
I knew that this moment would come in time. That I'd have to let go and watch you fly. I know you're coming back so why am I dying inside. Are you searching for words that you can't find?.
She lies in bed, out of her head, suckin' a cigarette. Closin' her eyes she really tries to make believe she's dead. But she's not, she's not. . In the next tomb, her old man's room, it's another night.
She makes me want to scream. She makes me want to shout her name. She makes me want to cry. Cause I know she feels the same for me. It's plain to see.
I remember Sunday nights at kaldi's. I was never really down with coffee shops. A group of beatniks reading Kerouac. And the smell of grass from the parking lot.
I remember Sunday nights at Kaldi's. I was never really down with coffee shops. A group of beatniks reading Kerouac. And the smell of grass from the parking lot.
I remember Sunday nights at Kaldi's. I was never really down with coffee shops. A group of beatniks reading Kerouac. And the smell of grass from the parking lot.
Since we met. We have been as thick as thieves. And you could bet. When they say you then they saw me. Not far away. Probably holding down the beat. To your licks.
Tonight is gone. They tell you it's your time. But I won't let them take you from me. And I'll never get far from you. (I'll never get far from you). We all feel the same.
This weight on my chest is too much to bear for me. These ribs have collapsed. The pain is only made greater by these broken bones peircing through my heart.
I'd rip the wings off Cupid's back to better his aim. Then maybe he'll shoot straight to my chest. And not below the belt. How can I trust him with these arrows when I know he'll miss again.
These are the darkest of times. Where acceptance and love are cast aside for Bitter judgement. By broken spirits vomiting curses. To raise one self to greater heights.