Golden arches risin' above the next overpass. These horizons are endless. We're Americans abroad. We're Americans abroad. Profit driven expansion into foreign markets.
I've walked down high streets looking through windows.. I've been lost in crowds of strangers.. Searched record shops and cosmetic aisles, phone books, want ads, bus stops and libraries..
All's quiet, except for this song.. So maybe while I'm not together I can feel like I'm not alone.. And somewhere off in the distance, rapidly advancing, is an onslaught of sorts..
When you sleep,. No one is homeless.. When you sleep,. You can't feel the hunger.. When you sleep,. No one is lonely in a dream.. Without classes,. Without nations....
Faced with everyone's worst fear. Our trivial lives that don't marrer so why are we here? Oh what a dream, little bit of freedom little bit of fantasy. I once knew what it was, that drove me to strive for a new tomorrow. The anger that drove me when I was younger. Now I can see the hate that misguided me. Sometimes all I want to do is sleep. The world would never miss me..
I woke up next to you in bed. Already thinking when can I see you again. I swear I won't come on so strong. I can be gone when you want to be gone. I can come when you want me to come.
Easter Sunday and she's dressed in black. Pez machine in hand, riding a BMX. Running barefoot through the graveyard, drawing pentagrams on tombstones.
Feeling like I need to fall down some stairs. Maybe lay face down in the river and float. Perfect weather for a head wound. Or studying sophisticated nuances of putting holes in your lungs.
Let there be a volume, that cannot, be denied.. Let there be an emotion, that you cannot fake.. Greatness, unanimously acknowleged.. Or a lie, that you just cannot tell..
Twelve o' three PM on a Sunday morning. I'm waiting on this girl to call me. I'm learning to roll cones a little better. Everything today will have a pineapple back.
Four sins past sainthood, it's like I'm dying to forget,. all the sleepless nights lying perfectly alone and still.. I can drink 'til victory, I'll drink to the mighty,.
In the closest alley, in the first doorway, he pushed up against her and closed his eyes.. He said, "This is probably the worst decision that I've ever made.".
I wake up in the morning and I drink from the fountain.. I wake up in the morning with the same unanswered questions.. I don't know what's going to cure my unsettled stomach..
East and West could not agree. So their generals gave call, gathered troops at the border. With guns at ready, drawn and aimed. Each side was praying to a God to bless them with strength and courage.
I lost the confidence to write a song,. so i found three simple chords and I held them together with my weak voice on an out-of-tune guitar my father gave to me..
This is the only voice I know.. These are the only words I have.. This is the only way I know how to say, we're not in love anymore.. . It's the same way that it's always been,.
Please tell me why we couldn't stay. Don't let this feeling ever go away. Let this memory forever be inside of me. Through every hour of every day. It's with the company of these friends.