Well it feels a little like a landscape. And it sounds a lot like time passing by. As I watch through a window asking. When will I get mine?. . The prince's favorite son was left sitting on a car hood.
When I come round with a bottle inside myself. An all my pride has gone, locked away on some shelf. When my instinct becomes, yeah, yeah, what was once the truth.
Oh well, I, I feel so lonely. And I, I sometimes feel so bad. I've been tryin', I never give up. Oh, no, no, no. It seems this world is made up of lies.
Roses are red. Violets are blue. My heart and soul belong to you. . Birds in the sky. The sun in the high. Oh darling be part of my life. . My hands are cold.
The wide wide open sky. Above the sage and the thorns. The rocks and pines were humming an old familiar tune. . His hard black boots came crunching up this gravel road.
You are the hole in my head. I am the pain in your neck. You are the lump in my throat. I am the aching in your heart. We are tangled. We are stolen. We are living where things are hidden.
Gave you all that I had. I let you come and go as you please,. never once did I ask for anything in return,. except to have what was coming to me.. You broke a friendship that was based on trust.
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I don't even hear what you say. It's all about what you do. You think you're the mack. I'll tell you a fact. No-one gives a fuck about you. What it is.
I knew this one young girl who'd tell the trees and the grass,. to read us all their favorite stories. 'till we'd kiss and we'd laugh,. and we'd write to the devil, tell him he's a bad influence,.
Ooh, ooh. Ooh, ooh. . She's a China doll with a teenage daughter. I've seen it all before, but I never thought of warn you. When we're struggling to think straight.
Silence can be so loud, it's abrasive. I'd look forward to home if I had one waiting. Been traveling so long, so long, so long. Been traveling so long, so long, so long.
two, two; medicines, medicines.. . you have a heart ache, but it never really hurts.. (discovered in pain), but you never can discern.. what happen to your conscious?, what happen to your worth?.
It's been three days of drums and snares,. out on the streets and in my head,. the piccolos are in this band,. with you and me just lying and,. saying "I'll wait",.
Pace, back and forth along this road. All the stops we just go by. To the faces that we know. To the faces that we hide. Yeah we walk as if we're told.
It's time to die. all your pictures and all your pieces. two months to write. all your alibis to your pretense. i hear a voice. "am i following in your footsteps?".
who on earth?. common dust,. winds and calms,. can't you hear that they came to us?. oh my god,. given up,. washed out and folded. and goal is to know where we are.
The image on the board. Selling things we can't afford. But we're still buying up in a frenzy. Cause our hearts just yearn for more. Is this sin, all he want?.
Somewhere in between this ocean and mountainside. I have this dream I think of it still sometimes. I know it's just the season. I sense no time or reason.