When was the last time. You looked at yourself in the mirror?. And saw what I see, beauty running so deep. Couldn't be more clearer. . You got your own mind.
mmm eehh. there's some ..your skin. i can feel the love .. yeah. but i'm cool with that ahh.. i can still ..you tone whispering on the phone. that you lie to her once again.
I walk alone inside these walls and it's not easy being me. Seems like every time I escape there's another following. Me, I'm running, now they're coming, I can feel them shooting me.
Well he walks with a swagger and he talks with a sneer. Everything about him tells you don't come near. He doesn't bother looking to the left or to the right.
Fireworks exploding, in a 21 gun salute. Fireworks exploding. Angels are crying through a Crystal Irish flute. Angels are crying. Champagne is spilling.
Promises meant the world to me. When they were plans of what our love would bring. I couldn't wait for the time to see. Your promises became reality. But then one day things weren't the same.
Verse 1:. You should never question. If I got your back.. Not to mention youre a part of me,. Thats a fact.. Were in this together. Put your hand in mine..
There's noone I'd rather be with. on this winter night.. Sharing this beautiful moment. with you right by my side.. . Oh baby, you're all that I need in my life.
I'm walking in your shadow beyond your aching stare. too close to consequence, too far away to care. I'm gazing in your smile broken by the girl. it's not the end of the line but it feels like the end of the world.
We are the faces that are burned in your eyes. Faces of those you left behind. That none can remember. When everything was better for all. Those days we keep in our hearts.
Who would have thought the world could end?. Make believe was to defend. Another day, another year. Against the multitudes of fear. . As heaven lost its will to kill.
You're moving up and I'm moving out.. You're growing up and I'm growing sideways.. Don't want to see who you used to see or be who you used to be.. I guess you're outgrowing me..
It was 1988, near time for my first fix.. Everybody seemed to want to get some.. What I left on that fourth grade floor I can't get back no more.. That's when it all just headed down hill..
What we've got is an amalgam of spent ideals,. an incomprehensible mismatch of spent ideals.. Self-congratulatory edicts spit from gold-plated mouths,.
Until my eyes be closed. spectral shadows cover,. my weary soul.. Long time ago,. my destiny was marked for. degeneration,. my weary soul.. . autumn. .
When icy snow falls cold ground. 2My naked soul flees from me.. And I give my crown to you. These are my farewells. . holy in the name of my spirit. Crying till the end of this feeling.
Where are you today I know it's not to late,. to make it, so just fake it for me.. And anyone who says that I should just give it a rest,. can shove it cause I'm above it, or at least,.
Prostą drogą łatwiej iść. Moja znów zakręca. Spowolnionym krokiem mijam sny. Dziki gwar, muzyka, dźwięki bez znaczenia. Oblepiają usta, obdzierają z sił.