Little soul, your dreams are waiting. Grab them up, hold them closely, never let go, never let go. Little soul, you're finally here to live and breathe.
I can't eat; anything. Without shoving my hands down my throat. And I refuse to leave the world without smearing on makeup. With my hair blinding my eyes.
There's an ocean out my window. There's beauty in its tears. There's an ocean out my window. It's crashing in my ears. . Oh sea, your shelter. You dance between my toes.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know. Where the treetops glisten and children listen. To hear sleigh bells in the snow.
[Intro]. . [Verse 1]. See my face when I slide through. Every place I will find you. Every time we fell apart. Girl I see it in the scars. Baby hold my hand.
[Verse 1]. Won't you come and take me. Won't you come and take this back. Know that I am waiting. Know that I am way too in on all your while. Give an inch, you're on your mile.
Now and then it keeps you running. It never seems to die. The trail's spent with fear. Not enough living on the outside. Never seem to get far enough.
When the world wants right and wrong. Could you break me the news. If I asked you to lie. Would you tell me the truth. . In this darkest hour. A brave face will break soon.
You're on the wild side,. You're out wind and free. A lot's wrong in this darkness. You're the sight that's always seen. I don't worry for what comes around.
Now and then it keeps you running. It never seems to die. The trail's spent with fear. Not enough living on the outside. Never seem to get far enough.
Who'll work the assembly line?. Who'll pull the freight on time?. Who'll work the all night haul?. Who'll explain it all when the wheels don't move?. .
A mobile means to make the time. A whirlwind half mast the senses. . Shaking your own brand of rhyme. Shaking your own brand of rhyme. . On wide avenues the air moves the sound.
Still breaking through, still breaking, breaking through, still. The dogs have drowned, stealing young. Slow motion highway, dreams of dust. 80s and hearts are burning through.
Put whiskey on the wounds. Salt the glass and say goodbye. No feel-good scenes to bring it back. Just falling brick and broken glass. . Wrecking-ball operator.
[Intro: Bando Jonez]. Wet, ooh. Wet, ooh. . [Verse 1: Bando Jonez]. I got some good dick, come and get it. I could lick your pussy right if you let me.
You better toss your bullets. You better hide your guns. You better help the children. Let 'em have some fun. You better count your blessings. Kiss your Mom and Pop.
(Verse). Well you got all the ammunition one could ever need to bring me down. If you got such a great ambition, then honey why are you still hanging around?.
[Verse 1]. What's that perfume that you wear?. It brings me back somewhere. To the anticipation. Before I kissed someone. It's got a sadness in it. Knowing how it's ended.
My war. Life's too short to be sober. Drunk with power. live my life inside a hangover. The war in me. . I'll raise the dead up from the grave. I'll break the rules and jump the claim.
I love the smell of you on me in the morning. I love the taste of whisky on your breath. That's right. I love that you could give me when you're talking dirty.