Looks like Hell from here. This too shall pass. I know its hard to tell. This too shall pass. . Theres hope a comin. Hold on tight. Dont give up. Itll be alright.
we walk through the earth,. touching the grass. looking the stars. soon... soon we'll realise. that the earth. is far from being calm. . we will cry and remember ourselves.
from what I see, we're already dead. and you do believe it friend. you do believe it friend. . - from the moment you despise reality. you only have the right to shut your mouth.
you look me afraid. you look back at what you want me to. do you know you're high?. don't you know, don't say I didn't tell you so. . we care, we care.
Suddenly. I feel closer from where I must. suddenly, suddenly.... . All the pieces in, all the pieces fit. all the pieces in the right place. all the pieces in, all the pieces fit.
I. enemy:. . and now there's the time where you learn to count. one, two, three, four, five, six,seven, eight, nine, ten. . you made myself my own enemy.
Instrumental, released 26 June 2010. Composed, Written, Performed, Recorded, Mixed, Mastered by Max Morales..
Get in my boat. we'll sail away. iv'e always been scared. scared of the sea. . I'll give you some string. you'll find your way home. and i will be waiting.
Don't want to be confusing. Don't want to be misread. Don't want to make you mr. blue. Hang around on your head. . She can go home, wash her face. Wash her hands of you.
Summer rain falls on the apple branches. Lights from heaven dancing with the shadows. . Come take my hand. Let me be in your forest. . Sometimes you think loneliness is better than pain.
Last lions roar before they're tamed. I stood out in the glorious reign. Knowing full well I can't go home again. Wise Up Ghost. . Wise Up. When are you going to rise up?.
Will you walk us uptown. And wherever you go. You know we will follow. Will you walk us uptown. And we'll stand in the light. Of your new killing ground.
I've got this phosphorescent portrait of gentle Jesus meek and mild. I've got this harlot that I'm stuck with carrying another man's child. The solitary star announcing vacancy burnt out as we arrived.
Now there's a crank in every crowd. Sprinkling gunpowder. Seems that everything is about to blow. They lit the burning paper. With a waxen taper. Sitting up here on Viceroy's Row.
Just because you don't speak the language. Doesn't mean that you can't understand. Just because you don't speak the language. Doesn't mean that you can't understand.
Lightning up!. And shake the ground. . Is that a horn that's blowing?. Or a bell that's tolling?. Walls are falling. Ships pulled out from their mooring.
They talked to the sister, the father and the mother. With a microphone in one hand and a chequebook in the other. And the camera noses in to the tears on her face.