I got dressed up, up to the nines. I took a look in the mirror, I wish I was thinner. Then everything would be fine. . At least I smell nice, so come on and breathe me in.
Mystic skies behind blues eyes. Come out to play golden sun. Rapture and lies caught up in, despise. With a fully loaded gun. I pray to God for a people made up.
Oh, yeah, mmm. . I wait on you forever, any day, hand and foot. Your world is my world, yeah. Ain't no way you ever gonna get. Any less than you should.
The Wilkinsons. Under the Rainbow. . Got my head up in the clouds. And my feet on Main Street. We got one flashing traffic light,. A Dairy Dip, and a decent Football team.
Listen to the firecrackers pop in the warm summertime air. You've never felt more alone that you do 'cause you know that she's not there. These July nights are filled with fun but the loneliness weighs a ton. So catch some z's my good friend. It's the only medicine..
I still think I'm due. For my dark-haired girl of the Avenues. Do they still think of me. Stranded on their 12th floor balconies. And it's news when these old fears arise.
Got this feeling that today doesn't like me. Or the air tastes like flowers and paint. There's a sink full of bottles and cutlery. And the car has got a list of complaints.
The mirrors and the unacknowledged nods.. Dial tones and license plates.. The words you didn't choose.. Everything the day's too small to hold spills on to the dusk,.
I can't do this anymore;. I can't feel this anymore.. I've been lying too long;. I was right when you were wrong.. And this seemed like a safe place,.
I don't think You had in mind. You set my city on a hill. For it's walls to be built up to keep the light in. Brick on brick I'm building still, yeah.
Take me to a place, high above the tide. Underneath the waves where I can come inside. A reveille, told in fractured time. Only in this way will I become alive.
Unraveling You. Song/Lyrics by: R. Egan. . Come home late. Youve been making up stories. About where you been.. Listen, Im not crazy.. But who gets off thinking.
Under the Great Wave. Song/Lyrics by: R. Egan. . I've been in and out the house of luck. It's a cold machine where the lights are dull. And the beds stay harder than stone..
Peeling the skin back from my eyes I felt surprised. That the time on the clock was the time I usually retired. To the place where I cleared my head of you.
[Verse 1: Tha Real U]. . Real U and TiTan showing what we are. They say we second hand. In other words we amateurs by far. Stupid,. They never heard me write these bars.
Truth you blue-eyed vine, you know. So sweet and few you have brought to. And in my eyes and ears completely. I see what I will always do. So few and far between, it seems.