I'm tired,. so tired. I'm tired of having sex. I'm spread. so thin. I don't know who I am. Monday night I'm makin' Jen. Tuesday night I'm makin' Lyn. Wednesday night I'm makin' Catherine oh, why can't I be makin' Love come true?.
You arrived. In my dream. Beside me every night. You and me. . We explode. Through the scene. We try to drain the night. Empty. . No one goes off in every way.
The sweetest perfection, to call my own. The slightest correction, couldn't finely hone. The sweetest infection of body and mind. Sweetest injection of any kind.
Out on the tar plains the glides are moving. All looking for a new place to drive. You sit beside me so newly charming. Sweating dew drops glisten fresh in your side.
Blue star. Shine your light down. On everyone 'cause. I don't care. They're soothing me. There, now. . Blue star. Shine your light down. Pierce 'fore my veins.
Take out the stories. They've put into your mind. And brace for the glory. As you stare into the sky. . The sky beneath. I know you can't be tired. Lay there.
First you smile at Lord, I found you first. Liquefied inside you, but it hurts if I even see you. Make you smile, I look over and cry, I get by. . But that's to bad you get stuck with all alone.
I climbed your arms. Then you pulled away. A new cavity moved into. My heart today. . The more she sings. The more it seems. Now I'm. Now I'm through.
Hesitation is no alternative, there's no time to think,. I just take the first bus to escape...from out of here. I don't wanna talk to this stupid people in this boring city.
I gotta do something that's what they say. Because time is ticking away. I gotta get a job and work 8 hours a day. Because time is ticking away. I gotta quit my school and become a famous DJ.
sometimes it feels to close to being over. and i want to get rvenge before it is to late. revenge on every coward fucking pig. antagonizing, victimizing protectors of the state.
[Music: Adams / Harrington / Esquivel]. [Lyrics: Esquivel]. . They're mislead by authority. And they're guinea pigs with. dignity. With everlasting memories.
[Music: Adams / Harrington / Kaufmann]. [Lyrics: Esquivel]. . Into optic illusions. Try to foresee what is to be. made&Chosen I may be the one. Chosen I just might be the one to.
I got a runaway train running through my veins (comes over). Got another one in my bed and you don't know her. I can't explain the scratches on my back (all over).
This feeling's back today. It's so deceiving, like it's never leaving. Same as yesterday. As the pressure's mounting, I continue counting. . Why can't I drive this image from my mind?.
We've fallen out of grace again. Could be the beginning of the end. We stuck by and watched the other walk away. Could not stay, I can't believe we'd give up so easy.
I whisper in your ear. The words you wanna hear. You feel the wind and it reminds you. . It happens every time. You stop and close your eyes. You can't deny what lives inside you.
I whisper in your ear. The words you want to hear. You feel the wind and it reminds you. It happens every time you stop and close your eyes. You can`t deny what lives inside you.
That whiskey burns going down. Old man pour me another round. Cause it's my last night in town. And I ain't thinking of slowing down.. No, I am fixing to drown.
I've spent days in this trench in the snow, just my gun by my side. It's cold and wet and you're all alone, up keeping watch at night. The bite and the sting the bitter cold bring reminds you that you're still alive.