Daylight is creeping, I feel it burn my face. I don't sleep here no more so my shadow walks in place of me. Like candy, your eyes, seetly roll out of control.
Rock steady, baby, your man is dead. Be careful, sugar, of who you call a friend. 'Cos they'll get you in the end. . Step easy, baby, and don't you cry.
I think we're lost, don't worry. I've been here before. I'm sure I thought I knew the way. Out of here yesterday. Dove cuesto, mi dolce?. Your driver called, it's time to go.
You better shut your eyes. This is where you life could begin. Something gone, anesthetized again. I see you run, you're never coming back. You lost control so is it today's track?.
See the morning light. It breaks the sky to the East. Hear the birds above. Announcing the light like rays of love. . Hear the one who sings. As darkness clouds the western sky.
You say you wanna go there, ride then. I did and I loved it. Say you don't wanna be here, leave then. . Time comes, to get gone. Say good morning to another set of creature.
The Mountain. Song/Lyrics by: R. Egan. . Waking up so cold and distant. I forgot where I was. Though you warmed me through the night.. Soon enough when leaning on the porch.
My one heart is overloaded. To the center.. Where ever the compass lands. Will be right.. . There will be no song. To sing to the lonely. I will be the last one trying.
Mother knows and how to keep a secret from me. and when will I know because theres no one left to tell but me. and shes been holding on for too long. and where will she go.
You're not coming back. You're not coming back from there. She's not coming back. She's not coming back from there. . There's a girl in the corner. And she's crying for you.
And fourteen and you know. That I'm looking the wrong way. And is the past outside. Or in this lovely home. . A strong father figure. And with a, a heart of gold.
And does your fear not grow. When you see that you're all mine. See that you're all mine. With a knife in your chest. With a knife in your chest. . And only songs will know.
grey town square with towering walls where exit seems like something in a tale in a factory where machines push and pull and you stand there silent with your hands at your side.
we live under stars and blurry stripes. in some strange discolored lights. a flask of gin at noon or the most finely furnished room. a dream, down and out of time.
Here I stand looking. Looking all around me. While all around me (What do I see?). What do I see?. . Unhappy faces behind the painted smile. Heartache and loneliness dressed up in modern style.
Hooh-hooh , hooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, hooh, hooh, hooh. Take good care of yourself. Take good care of yourself. I worry 'bout you, when you're go-one. . When you leave my arms (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh).
I lost it all. I punched the wall again. But it was stronger than my hands. And they were swollen, they were red. . And I'm a fool. I'm not a lion, I'm a man.
Too late too late to be saved. Too late too late to be saved. Too late too late to be saved. . Too many people living in the same old way. could'nt pull the handle.
Like a piece on the grid. Like a man on the beat. Being served as a trick. Running hot in the streets. . When I enter the scene they call my name. Like there's nothing between us.
My hands. Through my hands. These hands through mirrored reflections. Of this time to move on. Though. Shards help me realize my path. End. Regrouped.