Como una luna sin estrellas. O como un dia sin su sol. Asi me siento yo sin tu presencia. Extranandote mi Corazon. . O como un ave sin sus alas. O como el mar sin su sabor.
Lyrics: ryan dennis. Music: ryan dennis/dan stadnick. © 1998. . It's an inside drive to achieve the velocity. Don't see no reason for this tauntin' animosity.
Your's is so distinctive. I can hear it from miles away. And when you speak so clearly. . I know what you're going to say. And I want to hear it again.
I'm Detecting Vital Signs. Thank Fucking God There's Somebody Still Alive. Rush Him Straight Into Quarantine. Screening Procedure For This Selfish Gene.
Most Beautiful Of Accidents, These Flowers Of Disease. Pestilence Unfurling In Uncanny Poetry. Invisible Obscenities Most Sinister In Grace. Myriad Faceless Murderers Haunting The Human Race.
It started out like a script. In a movie we lived. I know, I know it was true. . And I will never forget. How our love went regret. Don't know, don't know what to do.
Voc alguma vez se perguntou porque?. Faz sempre aquelas mesmas coisas sem gostar. mas voc faz,. Sem saber porque. Voc faz e a vida curta!. Por que deixar que o mundo.
Voc? alguma vez se perguntou porque?. Faz sempre aquelas mesmas coisas sem gostar. mas voc? faz,. Sem saber porque. Voc? faz e a vida ? curta!. Por que deixar que o mundo.
[music composed and arranged by Buratto, Messina, Lonobile, Cartasegna, Gianotti, Agate; words by Messina, Buratto, Lonobile]. . 10 o' clock now, I slum the door behind,.
Some vanishings. Are conjured mysteries. They disappear inside. Of mist and breeze. . If I lost you I swear I meant. To give you a second chance. . And we will go.
[You made me close my eyes]. [I never wanted to]. [I never wanted to]. [I let you take a look inside]. [I never wanted to]. [I never wanted to]. . It's not that I'm resentful of.
Freak-girl named Heather, I'm on my way. Countdown, puzzled; the absurd, crazed. All I need to do is fall into your well. Seduced by apparition, lower a spell.
Tried to keep her down beside but last night I set her free. Free to let her spirit fly, left my choking stare behind. Maybe if her will could grow, she might feel the need to leave.
Tired clothes and vintage eyes. Search for the stars. The world you know lies inside. Velvet dreams and a candy prize. As a child i say the world. In a million colors.
(One, Two, Three, Four). . (One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight). . She always has something to say. To ruin an otherwise nice day. She always has to start a fight.
appearing bloody chainsaws that bear the sins of a mass. mourning echos everywhere and everyone tries to destroy others. streams of blood. and body parts float.
I want to find, you, my mind; set you free. And here this whole time I thought I was you.. Walking down that broiling street, trying to beat the summer heat, trying to keep shoes on my feet to stop the blistering. And concrete is warm and my shoes are worn; don't know where I've gone but I must move on..
Feels like I'm runnin in circles inside my mind.. Somethin is driving me deeply to keep all this time.. So many places to linger, but I forge ahead.. One road behind me leads to comfort and safety..
Just off the shore of my everyday life. Only a heartbeat away. Adventure is pulling up anchor tonight. I've got no time to delay. . Oh, west is how everyday ends.