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.
Gonna be the longest night all the angels take to flight. (No-one left to save you, darkness will enslave you). There are many twists and turns, many lessons to be learned.
[WORDS - WILLIAMS, WALKER / MUSIC - WILLIAMS]. . Seeing is believing so believe in what you see. feel the flame of desire burning deep in the fire. Can this be illusion or deluded fantasy ?.
Do you remember how it used to feel. Ridin' around in my Coupe de Ville. The top rolled down and your hair blowin' in the wind?. That night we found an old dirt road.
5 a.m. rise and shine, out on the job workin the line,. up in the country thats what we do it's a tradition. I'm carryin through. . (Chorus). You might not like what you see but that don't matter to me.
A rose is undressed,. A faint perfume fills the air,. Feel a thorn as it grazes your side but you know it's not the end of the world,. . Words on your plate,.
Lethargic clouds crawl tired as death. Evening whispers its last breath. City stories in her eyes. If she tells them, will you climb (?). . Rescue the girl from Algenib.
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.
Here's how to understand your friends. It's been like six years of the same thing. Nothing can be believed unless you say it. Nothing but good times up ahead for you.
Maybe you never saw much of me. As you're creeping around your history. It's true, I wasn't always with you. . I was so gone but you weren't forgotten.
This place is a prison. And these people aren't your friends. Inhaling thrills through 20 dollar bills. And the tumblers are drained and then flooded again and again.