Brad Majors. Hey, Janet. . Janet Weiss. Yes, Brad?. . Brad Majors. I've got something to say. . Janet Weiss. Uh huh?. . Brad Majors. I really love the...skillful way.
Quiet Day. I'm sorry, I didn't hear what you said. Quiet Day. In my head. Shouldn't stay upon. Couldn't stay in bead on a. Quiet Day. In my head. Please don't be afraid.
Down like a dog, can't take it no more. I'm playing house, the house is burning. I wanna see something in me. I wanna be a life worth saving. . You know that I can't sleep.
Jerry to aisle 5. 'Peat, Jerry to frozen foods aisle 5. There's a clean-up needed. There's blood on the floor, there's been a suicide. Jerry. Jerry?. Jerr.
I remember way back, back in the day. When people used to roll up masquerades. Crazy Moschino with a pastel base, paid more to gambalino on an accolade.
the lights go down, outside (before our cars collide). so we silhouette ourselves (in forty shades of fire). do you know where this is leading? I'll meet you there..
Dear friends, we're gathered here. To wish it all away in a field of flowers. Say vows and count our blessings. Too much time selecting. All the words to frame the possibilities.
It's the sigh of a building falling down. It's the world spinning us around. It's the slip of the surgeon's knife. Darker crimes of common existence. .
Mountain ranges. Morning red bathed ridges. Stab up at the trembling blue horizon. Grey slides lazily off rooftops. Lands on the incandescent ground and dies.
Just ahead I see you winding up. And you're dressing this color on the edge of fire. Until these tightened strides. They march in time again. I don't know if I will cut through.
I'm at the water's edge and I'm gearing closer. This is where I will be, where you can find me. My shadow's kissing secrets, my heart's in agony. I never meant to make you cry, love come back to me.
We walk alone until the end of night.. It's suicide, but we will overcome.. . Another life is swinging in the breeze.. These southern trees have the strangest fruit..
Standing on the edge of the palisades cliffs. In the shadow of the skyline very far away. A lightning rod that couldn't pull the storm from me. I was 5 years old my best friends older brother died.
Splintered piece of glass falls in the seat of gets caught. These broken windows, open locks, reminders of the youth we lost. In trying so hard to look away from you.
Paper crane and a dirty train. Trying to drive you away. The arrows fit between our lips. In the final stage. . Chemicals dissolve and the family disappears.
There's a thousand black cars. Driving around in my blood stream. I'd have to take a thousand pills. To find out where their headlights lead.. Is it cold New York?.
Splintered piece of glass falls, in the seat, gets caught. These broken windows, open locks, reminders of the youth we lost. In trying so hard to look away from you.
In the circuit the frequency's breaking up. The speakers can barely move. (This is not a test. Tune to the broadcast). Witness the jet-lag. Look in the mirror.
Do you hear the jet plane yawning miles across the sky. Do you hear the garbage truck back down the boulevard. Setting off the car alarms as it passes by?.
The rain falls up and off the street. The clocks turn back in retreat. Footsteps fall off of our feet. I see the tears crawling off your cheeks. . Turn back to pink.