We need to grow up, we're immature,. that's what everybody tells us, but I'm not so sure.. Conditions in this world today, teenagers are a minority.. You say that we're young and useless..
Wake up Jon Gilch! My name's Nosliw Pilf!. I'm going to teach you a jig and it goes like this:. Left, Right, up down, heel toe, to and fro!. Up down, left right, heel toe, here we go!.
Convenience is the devil's tongue. Honesty it's the devil's foreplay. Circus folk you say, time to slip away. It seems I've played this scene before you know and.
Well I've seen you in my face as I've aged. You beautiful fuck up, so casually brave. It made me less lonely, and it helped me. Conventions that broke your nose I find quaint.
I believe in a world of endless possibility. I believe I'll have another cocktail please. Our tactics are vivid. They take a lot out of me. But that's what I signed up for son.
Chorus:. Remember the first I saw you i didn't know what to do. Cuz after years and years of waiting my wish finally came true. Girl you're all I ever wanted and I just want you to know.
Head in the clouds. Head in the water. . When the waters break and the mud sucks up. You're going to tremble. Your origins and your last goodbyes. You're going to tremble.
Tame my heart, take my fears away. Tame my heart, I'll turn to pulp someday. Saint in my home, shame on my shame of pace. Hole in my bag, complacency.
Allen - Cox - Gray. This anger I feel inside is a thing of meaning. I can't reach any lower,. I have suffered far too many. Nearly ending up in the waste away.
allen / anxiety / cox / gray. Keyboards: Michael Allen. Voice: Annie Anxiety. Drums: Michael Allen, Rew. Engineered: John Madden. Produced: Drostan Madden, T.W.P..
You, doin' that thing you do. Breaking my heart into a million pieces. Like you always do. . And you, don't mean to be cruel. You never even knew about the heartache.
You, doin' that thing you do. Breaking my heart into a million pieces. Like you always do. . And you, don't mean to be cruel. You never even knew about the heartache.
Sitting on the brink of an indescribable fall. I could be heading back but there's no room left to crawl. Waiting on the name of the last great American hymn.
Give me a roof to shout your name. Through streets, off building walls. So the world can hear my claim. Give me years of city nights. And we'll walk from bay to sea.
I barely remember the first time I met you. You didn't remember my name. The alcohol might have clouded your vision. To me its been doing the same. But I haven't forgotten the first time I saw you.
Did what I could in Hollywood. But talent only goes so far. Got in my car and got drunk at a bar. At least I know I do that well. . But if I take you home tonight.
Now the lounge is full of farmers. For the 7:30 draw. Teammates all left. Before they had to buy a round. . When they pull the 50/50. And I've lost again, I'll go.
And I'll see you in the morning at the break of daylight. But if you wake up and I'm gone, I'll see you on the other side. . Late nights talking, we stood by the window by ourselves.
So you watch the sunrise sinking and she's talking in her sleep. A dream of how alone she was tomorrow. When you keep all those promises to someone. In a mirror you will find at your parents' house in 1989.
Headlights race towards the corner of the dining room.. Half illuminate a face before they disappear.. You breathe in forty years of failing to describe a feeling..