The Beat Carries On

Take your time. it doesn't matter what you say. Take your time. You're living every single day. And. I can't believe what you said. I can't believe what you said to me that night.

Thank You

These days it seems as though I've lived a lonely life time. Because I never had a girl like you to hold me tight. And since you came around and you showed your world to me.

The Waltz

Let me count the ways to subside the desperate. Choose your poison there's burglary, there's shaking hands. Forfeit this game and either way, they'll find you in an early grave.

Too Much

It's high tide in the neon lights. Burnin' to a rhythm that goes bump in the night. The way she moves there ain't no mistake. Watching her bend but she never breaks.

Till The End Of Our Lie

Till the end of our lie. (Words and music: Danny Heksolson & Marike Groot). . So now you think you're inside my sweet darling,. but then there's nothing there,.

The Guardian Angel

When I see your smile. Tears roll down my face. I can't replace. . And now that I'm strong I have figured out. How this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul,.

The Acoustic Song

When I see your smile. tears roll down my face. I can't replace.. . And now that I'm strong I have figured out. how this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul,.

Times Are Hard

Sooner or later life will pull you in. Make you choose to rather sink or swim. Some where down the line it's gonna' break your heart. Put you out and make you wear the scars..

The Last Frontier

There's a corrugated highway Leading north from Port Augusta. lined with ratted cars that didn't rate a tow. The Salt plains out of Pimba And your eyes begin to stream.

Ted

On a back block down Salisbury Plains. Ted was born in 1895. Thrust from the loins on to rusty soil. And the cord was cut with a scythe. He said "People there are city folk today.

The Center Of The Fire

The Art Of Loss

This One's For Burmingham

we're screaming murder,. so thank you hero for death of rock & roll,. for relighting the fire in our hearts back to the days of bloodied up and broken bones..

The Black Streets

on the black streets kill me quickly and try to forget me.. steal my home beneath my feet and hang us high and out of sight.. my blood, your hands: cut through the skin you'll see my blood on your hands..

The Flop

The Flop. . In a logical condition, you can't afford to listen, you'll turn back to. people understanding what you wish and thesunrise will tell you. what to choose.

Temecula

Temecula. . Bitch don't tell me there's a question, I'll hide my head, but it. might be the only difference. It was a great September. Take my air, now I can't breathe, fuck my mind and you try to slide away.

Timing Just Isn't Your Thing

She wrote in my yearbook, "baby, promise lets stay in touch".. But i know, she knows, i know she didn't.. Maybe we just grew up.. Cuz it's been four years and a whole damn summer and baby, i just gave up..

"the Salesman

I've got this little itch that I never learned to scratch. It seems that even if I had, I'd rather itch than not. When the pleasure is the lesser and it's giving to the pressure.

This Armistice

Your gross fabrication of pretext could bore. Yet still I fall victim to syntax omitted. Just shy of something I could understand. . So blissful, I press on to the sound of the organs.

Then I Defy You, Stars

The apparitions tango to the sound of their heels tapping. A procession of prosthetic limbs and mannequins. They're all perfect models of imperfection.