and you're spitting bullets as the words trip off. of my tounge, and your spitting bullets and. everyone is chisled with my name. and you'll. hang me on and you'll hang me from every word.
it crept to me like a cancer in my sleep. it gnawed the meat right from these bones. and so it seems somewhere, somehow, the wonder was stole. and the truths we've held were squandered and sold.
we've watched the lines form in our faces. and the smoke fall and break to code. from our hands. and a message missed was a message read. we can never leave the regrets we've wed.
somewhere between where we say and we do.. we knew.. bottle back.. quick with burn.. to burn this away.
the sheets are soaked in whiskey, I still can't stop this shaking. the sheets are soaked in whiskey, my bottle's empty again. It's getting harder to stay sober, dwelling on the dim on this shine.
sentiment lost in translation.. there's a glitch in transmission.. but i think it goes.. i would die or kill anyone for you.. and if they're there.. i dare them down to you..
Say, say anything. Your eyes tell all that you won?t show. You won?t show. The record?s spinning while you dance with your temporary ghost. Your temporary ghost.
Pretty girls come from the ugliest places. You come from the worst of them all. Heart-breakers like you are hard to erase. You lift me up just so I fall.
You don't even know my name. Time was when you would. Take the love you've given all away. Take a part of me. . You don't even walk my road. Can't find where you turned.
Sometimes I find myself searching. As I walk the streets all alone. Searching the faces for someone. Someone to take me back home, back home. . Who knows where the future leads us.
Who are you now. First love of mine. If you could see. You'd reach out for me. . In hallways. And in secret doorways. Were love's hiding places. With nowhere to go.
Now as we speed a little faster through the stars. To this new world of ours. With the seed that the garden requires. . And as we drift a little further from the shore.
I was only a little boy when I heard the call. Like a voice in the wilderness, that calls to us all. So I took to the gypsy life, in the city of love.
Yes I used to walk the highwire every night. Yes I used to walk the tightrope. But it got too tight.. I walked the straight and narrow line. My head was spinning round.
As the dawn is breaking on your future my child. Is there none of your love alive?. If every door you open closes on me. I don't know if I can survive.
I took a walk. Down by the prison wall. I didn't know. I couldn't see. The side of the wall. I needed to be. . I Looked at the sky. I looked at the clouds still rolling by.
They came from nowhere, with nowhere else to go,. They came with nothing but pockets full of dreams,. They came in hope, looking for The Promised Land..
The lights are low. And the music now is slow. And we ask the night. How can this be wrong and feel so right?. . They say it's true. I'm a fool to trust in you.
Where did we go wrong. We had all the magic to put us on our way. And all the tragedy that we ever want to see. But you know I'm right. When I say the best is yet to come.