They never said it was okay. They never let me know that I was alright. Pictures in albums remind me. Of a boy who hasn't figured himself. . Oh, tripwire.
If i have to hear another word from your fucking. Mouth I swear to you and to. Myself that you'll regret you ever spoke at all. . Cast me out or rite me off or threaten me with.
Can you hear it over your voice ringing out like a bell?. Uninspired yet motivated losing track of the days. Peel the sickness away from your eyes make it worth your while.
I have travelled to the future, and I like what I saw. I saw the mountains, and the rivers and the beauty of us all. . 'Cause if we want to break free, We can.
Her vanished in her eyes made me scream,. Sometimes i'd like to go to the street of heaven. and everytime i see the space on my floor. i feel strange, its something real in my hearth.
Guess it's over. Call it a day. Sorry that it had to end this way. No reason to pretend. We knew it had to end. Some day. This way. Guess it's over. The kicks are gone.
She looks, like she just stepped through the shower. Thionk of a good thing, think of a good thing. Noice is in, Noice is in the avenue. While you go, like you once did.
The face of doubt, stuck in a drought. Thirty miles shy of the pouring rain. I got the peddle stuck to the floor. Constant right turns driving me insane.
By the clear and the winding stream. In the valley of Strathmore. Where my love and I have been. Where we'll wander never more. . But if time was a thing man could buy.
Two pretty boys were goin' tae the school. And one evening coming home. Says William to John, Can you throw a stone. Or can you play at a ball, a ball, or can you play at a ball.
Come through the heather, around him gather,. Ye're a' the welcomer early. Around him cling wi' a' your kin,. For wha'll be King but Charlie?. Come through the heather, around him gather,.
CHORUS. Oh, there're sober men and plenty,. And drunkards barely twenty,. There are men of over ninety. That have never yet kissed a girl.. But give me a ramblin' rover,.
Gentlemen it is my duty. To inform you of one beauty. Though I'd ask of you a favour. Not to seek her for a while. Though I own she is a creature. Of character and feature.
O, what a parish, a terrible parish,. O, what a parish is that o' Dunkel',. They hangit their minister, droon'd their precentor. Dang doun the steeple, and fuddled the bell..
When I've done the work o day,. And I row my boat away,. Down the waters o Loch Tay,. When the evening light is fallin',. And I look towards Ben lawyers,.
I have funds tae buy me whiskey. Monie funds tae call my ain. But if I should get to fu' o' water. Wha's the man that would carry me hame?. . CHORUS: And if I be drunk in the Isla Waters.
By the storm-torn shoreline a woman is standing. The spray strung like jewels in her hair. And the sea tore the rocks near the desolate landing. as though it had known she stood there..
Oh our schooner and our sloop in Ferryland they do lie.. They are already rigged to be bound for the ice,. All you lads of the Southern we will have you be aware.