Youve got to give it time. Because time is all there is. And though your heart sat next to mine. If it breaks Ill give it back. . So did into my chest.
Your soul is tired. Feeling old. Got no style. . And though its buried. Deep in the ground. You can find your smile. . You got away from me for way too long.
Is this glass full of water? Or is it full of light?. . You can never walk by a mirror without looking at yourself twice.. Your whole life has been shaped by what you saw in the back of a hand..
I can be anything I want to be, anything you hate in me multiplied by twenty three. sometimes in my head I think I'm someone else that makes me feel bad, badder than before.
You want to break my heart in ten. Drain the blood before you go. Make me a meal of the truth. A kingdom of honest stone. . You want to break my heart in ten.
And now I'm fine, my mind is clear. and nothing bad can touch me here. It's all so right, it's all so beautiful. so maybe tomorrow when we're coming down for real.
I woke up in a room. Like I always do. Found myself alone. But for the ringing telephone. Screaming into view. There were books. And dead guitars. And a face that looked like you.
hi! I feel low, like I just don't know which way to go. it's a game, it's a play, and it's waiting to blow any day. 'cos I want it, need it, shit it and breathe it.
Dont Worry About Me. Dont Worry About Me. Ill Be Alright. Dont Worry Bout Me. (Repeat Lots!).
shut your mouth, can't you see that I'm ignoring you?. your lips are moving up and down, you're trying to get a message through. but here and now I'm absolutely miles away.
Baby we were born to ruin. With a stake, and a stone. Through the heart. Cover your eyes up a little. Just a little. Empty room. In the heat. Of the dark.
[all said might come out], dance a cheek a cheek, [play at] nine to five seven day a week. low on high times, big on loser. tried the police a piece, [...] push a pull, [...], sucker [weaken ya].
You broke my heart into a thousand pieces and to skin you alive, oh that would be so easy.. So how am I to survive in a world where you're still alive?.
Saturday was a good day for you to go. Youve been falling in your own home. . In a room with the curtains drawn. You can hear the telephone song. . There are cars on the street below.
whenever I'm on top there's someone trying to take me down {wah wah}. they say I've got to tag along to all this shit that's going 'round. best times of my life sometimes I spend alone (impress me).
This is the story of two lovers: anemone and kerosene. Liquid burning, like torch at the bottom of the sea.. Never tell me the awful things you have done for money.
you, with their sadness in your eyes. you've got places you can dream to if you'd only take the time. I've got the arms to break your fall. but you're sad without a reason and that's the baddest kind of all.
hey, be one of us. check your moods there by the door. smile, then shoot the shit. don't step out our social law. thanks but no thanks, here I'll hang.
mix up, start, stop, start, wait a minute... shut down. losing the plot, losing the plot, losing the plot 'til there's nothing to see but the ground. head inside a rut - it's like my mind is shut, I hope I cope this time.
it's the strangest feeling ever. you keep trying your best but it's just an arrested endeavour. so you buckle up, (to) face the day, and try to make the ever grey like heaven, like heaven.