Here beats the black heart of my rancor. The speed of life dulls my nerve. I beat no drum for anything anymore. Might have more than I deserve. . The golden age of being amused.
I know how the good wind blows and it gives me my time. Don't let them drag your hatred off the line. I know how the anger goes so I bury mine. You know they had me working overtime.
Last stanza;. TWhiskey in the Jar. (Traditional). . Spoken:. All beside the river deep, the warriors there a vigil keep. When the sun does rise and the day does break.
"Don't go there" I heard her say. "You can't stomach what you're gonna see". It's down there by the water's edge. Wasted and bloated and waiting for someone else.
There was a ghost, here in my house. Who talks just like it knows. Everything about, the road that we went down. As it underlines. Everything I kept, I know inside.
I imagine long walks down the road. Things began to bloom, the sky explodes. Damages undone. Then I know this has got to be a dream. She's in love, her wings don't lie.
I don't think you ever think about me. Your cold heart is melting. Sinking through me. I fall far into your little world. To a world I never thought I knew.
Hollow eyes, drifting melodies. Where is our bright spark?. The world is turned inside-out. I'm choking on the dark. . So I tilt my head to Heaven. I'm reminded that.
The dust is settling now, I can see your expression. The look on your face is asking me how, how can you leave me here?. My words are falling to the ground, in one ear out the other.
Waking up in this forgotten farmland. Knowing you're on the wrong side of the fence. . Every time I look for you. I feel the rain crashing down on my shoulders.
If what I am is what's in me. Then I'll stay strong that's who I'll be. And I will always be the best. Me that I can be. . Oh I'm going to keep my head up high.
It's a revelation, a moment of clarity,. and I am trapped inside this moment deadlines are left to die. And I guess I am truly free.. My brain was spent I worried as I fell in knee deep.
Who are you to say what is real and what is fake and who here matters anyway?. It's nothing that I haven't heard. We're all sellouts in your eyes, that's no surprise.
Today I was browsing a review. A collection pics of animals, forests. Auroras and other beautiful stuff. And I forgot the daily pain. Wonderful world.
Well, I, I, wanna fly, fly. On the wings, wings of summer. But you, you put your eyes. You put your eyes on mine. . Go, perfect your fall. And no matter what.
Weave on sisters of the night. On your loom of pain,. Try and stitch the darkness through the light. Weave on property and crime, the wars and waste. Give our souls a break from the hunger,.
Hold the door to your misery, run away from your history.. Open your eyes, see what you will find.. Is it me you left behind?. . [Chorus]. See what I wanted, see what I need, from you..
Oh girl... I Need You. Stay With Me .. Oh Oh Oh Oh .. . Chorus. She's got control of me. Hold of my mind and soul for real. I'm her only man. I'm her story plan.