Why don't you pick today to be the day. That you decide for the first time not to lie. . The adults are dead. Overfed and programmed. Thoughts that fill your head.
Sally was a girl from Wichita. Pretty little jewel with a Cheshire smile. Grew up in the heart of a trailer park. No one there to raise her but her big bad pa.
Sound that comes from the upstairs room. Is like the sound of my stranded heart. The sound of something alive and afraid. Is like my stranded heart. .
If I had no friends, I'd have no one to ridicule. So goes the tale of the resident fool. If I clear my space, I could clear it to be with you. Backhanded claims of a resolute.
I could not face, I could not face you. Lost my place, couldnt I fade away. . Feelings hide. Feelings die. . Cannot wait to trade my place again. You save face when I hang my head in shame.
For every story gone untold. There's a secret that dissolves. So many pieces still unsolved. . You're not quite who you think you are. Can see the symptoms from afar.
For every story gone untold. There's a secret that dissolves. So many pieces still unsolved. . You're not quite who you think you are. Can see the symptoms from afar.
It's a early rise. His teeth are furred. And cleanse with hands to hunt and hold. The sun divides. Imagined leaves. A shelter while I sleep. . There are many years.
It's comin' round again. The slowly creepin' hand. Of time and it's command. Soon enough it comes. And settles in it's place. It's shadow in my face. Puts pressure in my day.
Blow the candles out raise a glass to the night. Let all the tension out you've been wound up so tight. It's a tender trap to plan ahead all the time.
In my head inside my dreams. Under my hand as no one's seen. Bent to the will of the others. Strange kind of day to discover. . That all seasons fail and recover.
Memories are fading, a single voice complaining. While days are stacking up. Its hardly worth debating, the people are frustrated. Drink from poison cup.
Sea uprising, takes me in. The crimes I'm fighting break my skin. Sea uprising takes me in. . I don't know. I don't know. You might have to take me in.
I'll take the lead, you follow me. Come and relieve the friends that I keep. They're sick of me. . Small minded creed blisters and weeps. Swallow the shit that jealousy feeds.
It's up to you, believe or not. People i met say you gotta move on. Like the Sun keeps the sky. Or the Moon climbing high. And the time that's running through..
The cigarettes and phone calls don't keep me warm. But they're my only option. Short of driving home. To try and calm my nerves of this unrest. . Cause nothing's worse than a vacant town, yeah.
P tiedemanns kaf. ved et hjrnebord. sitter det en ganske gammel mann. og leter etter fine ord. han har s lyst til prate med fruen. som sitter ved nabobordet han tar av seg luen.
Tenk om jeg var like god. som Johann Olav Koss. tenk om jeg var like flink. som Johann Olav Koss. jeg kunne hjulpet mange negerbarn i Afrika. en treningsdress og et par joggesko er sikkert fint ha i Afrika.
F prve sier Lise fr hun dypper tampongen sin i sprit. Hun setter den p plass og sier kjenner allerede litt. Metoden har hun sett p TV, jenter gjr det mye i Sverige.
I remember giving up the gory details. And it left me tongue-tied such an elementary sickness. . Now I don't want to think and I don't want to feel. I wasn't aware this was part of the deal.