When you feel it close around you. Falling down.. Unexpected turns can blind you. Losing ground.. . Will I ever. Will I ever see the light.. . Words are lies that hope to find you.
Wähle 3-3-3 auf dem Telefon. . Wähle 3-3-3 und du hast mich schon. Wähle 3-3-3 und dann glaube mir. Ich bin 1-2-3 schon bei dir.. . Ist unser Beatfest am Sonntag aus.
When opinion is brought. On by suggestion. The anecdote is not evidence. Enough for handouts. . Of daily anesthetic. To disguise the next disappointment.
It doesn't matter if it's something. As long as it's anything. When something goes to your head. It's all just the latest craze. Then she said, "You're a better fantasy than a reality".
Never thought about all the ins and outs. We said forever vows baby can you do without. Can you do without me?. I know we've had our doubts, the sun is setting now.
cheaters walking downtown with there. hands in there pockets feelin cheated. killers on the street talking to birds. gettin mistreated you wanna get created?.
One pill makes you larger, and one pill makes you small. And the ones that mother gives you, don't do anything at all. . Go ask Alice, when she's ten feet tall.
Say, "You don't know me or recognize my face". Say, "You don't care who goes to that kind of place". Knee deep in the hoopla sinking in your fight. Too many runaways eating up the night.
One pill makes you larger. And one pill makes you small. And ones that mother gives you, don't do anything at all. Go ask Alice. When she's ten feet tall.
I've got callous feet. you fear the wine. believe me in the morning. I've done worse things at night. the colorful language. feels like my oriental whore.
Jack hammers whistle at your gait. Call it what you will. When all the beauties go to lunch. Call it what you will. When the self-bereaved bastards bellyache.
There's a spend o time. Disconnected on yer line. We stay up all day. Just like the sun. . Everybody will go crazy. When the moon messes up. You bought the last bottle last time, remember?.
The milky globes of Sunday. The milky globes of Sunday. The son of a donkey. Is a son of donkey. Oooo we all come down the mountain accordingly. Oooo we all come down the mountain accordingly.
Walking down the street - kicking cans. Looking at the Billboard - oh so bland. Summing up the people - checking out the race. Doing what I'm doing - feeling out of place..
I went down to the willow in the wind,. said how's it blowing, is it being your friend?. I went down to all you rocks by the seaside,. were you a cushion for the shipwreck last night?.
There were days when I would say:. "I could give you everything". And I truly believed that I could. But now I'm worn out. . Worn out.
Lost. In her face,. Caught. On the thought of a taste,. Sold. On the fantasy,. Bought,. For a price you can have a piece. . Fresh. From the colour press,.
What do you want?. What do you want from us?. To ask you this much is just a matter of trust. Not an affront. What do you want?. . Few here'd be true to your point of view.
Forgotten how long I've been waiting. And as always I'm stuck on the same thing. You, and the perfect unfailing. Love that you may bring me. . Know you won't come for me.