Night and day I keep on running. Where and why don't ask me please. Don't be shy. You could miss something. Before you die at the end of your days. . Take a photograph.
You'll feel the heat you'll burn to my touch. The cinders fall as they spill abrupt. The move is fast glance too slow to find. There's more than evil in transgressor's mind.
There's a man who needs my tending a mind so twisted I must bring on ending. He's on the run from those who watched him become a manic behind realism.
Born to walk this beaten path,. That has run us into the ground.. Thick skin and strong liquids,. Wont kill the awkward tensions,. . Concerning reality versus your faade..
With every passing day,. The events we anticipate,. Become harder to separate.. . The truth of what we know,. Buried underneath,. Miles and miles of white noise..
Its hard to sleep at night.. When I close my eyes,. Flashbacks haunt my mind.. Truth be told, Im not the same. . The streets were covered white,. On that windy road home..
Jumpin, dippin, leaping. Falling deeper into your love. Model chick sophisticated what more could I ever wantStuck on stupid see we lose it and whenever we touch.
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah. L to the I to the B to the E to the R to the T Y, yeah. Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah. L to the I to the B to the E to the R to the T Y, yeah.
See your face as I walk into the club. Catch your eye for a second long enough. I nkow you got it going on tonight. But what your searching for ain't hard to find.
Caught a bus up at the equator. To watch some French kids says "croissant". Look out at the specific girls. And how they toy with the little server girls.
Rachel, Rachel, Rachel, wake up. It's a beautiful day up on the Hill. House of Commons, rise and shine. Your father stops, poses for a cameraman. Shakes your little brother's hand on the first day of class.
High register operational. . In the land of the gouging skiving sun. Their bodies in the room, lad. Never an honest day's work is done. They call it the Tomblands.
Did you see the stylish kids in the riot?. Shovelled up like muck. Set the night on fire. Wombles bleed truncheons and shields. You know, I cherish you my love.
If Queen Boadicea is long dead and gone. Still then the spirit in her children's children's children, it lives on. If you've lost your faith in love and music, oh, the end won't be long.
On the bus the other day. You could tell right from the start. There's magic in all that you play. But oh, can you play guitar boy. Can you play guitar?.
The boy looked at Johnny and said. My word that was fun. Oh when he did it with his hat on. And a saddle and a gun. Please slow motion eating your breakfast.
I've got a little secret for ya. . Even now there's something. To be proud about you. Come up the hard way. And they'll remind you every day. You're nothing.
Well if you.... Listen to the people. And what they have to say. Believe me my friend. They will pin you away.... Because they try to tell us We're too younggg.
The power of love is a curious thing;. Make a one man weep, make another man sing;. Change a hawk to a little white dove.. More than a feeling, that's the power of love..