Sell your story make it interesting. This part's the war scene the soundtrack a symphony. And sometime soon you'll miraculously save me. And we'll have our Hollywood-style ending.
They said they saw him in the morning. But they just couldn't understand why he was crying. He came upon them without warning. And told them of the things he left behind him dying.
Strawberries mean love. What's it made of?. Think you need love. You can feel love. . You can find. Strawberries' love there. . Life goes nowhere. Why are you there?.
My future seems so full of life. And brighter now than it has ever been. But somehow I just can't allow. My shell to crack. And let the sun shine in. .
Hold me until my head is clear again. Cross off the names of all who died here. And I'll become the sacred faith you lost. I'm thinking. . Every second changes everything in my life.
Life's created, automated. Yesterday's invalidated. Hip mankind on, turn your mind on. . Sit with the guru. Meditation, ooo-ooo, high, high where eagles fly.
O' say, can you see by the dawn's early light?. We get 'em young, give 'em guns and ship 'em off to fight. While the rocket's red glare is keeping everyone scared.
Your knees are bruised up. You don't even know what you're worshiping. Outside the sun rises. In the silence of another suicide scene. . There's nothing sacred here.
Nothing to lose is a path you can choose. And it feels just right at the time. Then one day you awake with a fear you can't shake. You're an actor forgetting your lines.
Good sense, innocence, cripplin' mankind. Dead kings, many things I can't define. Occasions, persuasions clutter your mind. Incense and peppermints, the color of time.
I am on the brink of losing everything. Hanging on the edge of every word she says. And you were never there. You were never there. . She stabs deep into me.
I met the devil in Poughkeepsie, New York. He took a seat right beside me at the end of the bar. He said, I looked familiar, had we met sometime before?.
I found these plastic parts and wires. Let's split me open at the seams. And rip out everything inside. Make room for all these new machines. . Sew me up and pray that I survive.
The room filled up with water and the roar of the crowd died down. They didn't hold their breath, they just waited to drown. Now, I'm just the ghost in the corner that nobody knows.
Every time the bird man comes. He flies over neath the bridge. He swoops down low and picks me up. And carries me over the ridge. . But somehow I discovered his game.
I am on the brink of losing everything. Hanging on the edge of every word she says. And you were never there. You were never there. . She stabs deep into me.
Barefoot in Baltimore. Heel and toe with you. . Summer turns the stove on. And fun begins to cook. Barefoot walks in Baltimore. With empty pocketbook.
I am on the brink of losing everything. Hanging on the edge of every word she says. And you were never there. You were never there. . She stabs deep into me.
I've got enough wood and nails here I've collected through the years. to build a few sturdy walls to keep us safe from all my fears.. My insecurities are promises I was born to keep;.