everytime you tell me. you tell me everything. i know i never lie but to myself. i never lie, but. every time you wake up. you make up mind. and when i close my eyes.
A p p a r e n t l y. . I travelled for hours. Just to find you sleeping. Noddin' back and forth. In a rocking chair with history. You were tied to its arms.
down in vineland. there`s a clubhouse. girl in white dress. boy shoots white stuff. don`t you know. that anyone can join. and they come and call. and they fall on the floor.
lonely as a cloud. i am dangling my feet. and the view from up here is. absolutely breathtaking. . lonely as a cloud. i am dangling my soul. let my shadow do the thinking.
there`s a big house on the mountain. and a garden with a tree. there`s a husband and some children. but they don`t belong to me. there`s a dirtroad to the valley.
7 C o m p a r t m e n t s. . I design that heart of yours. I redesign that heart of yours. 7 compartments plus one. You might need it. 7 compartments plus two.
Falling down, all the way down, down to the bottom where I can't be found now,. Falling down, all the way down, down to the bottom where I can't be. .
It's six o'clock and the sun comes up.... woke up this morning without a heart,. you know I bled it dry long ago.. Feeling these feelings that I can't even start and now I'm loveless;.
All I want is a place to come home to,. nothing fancy, no paternal throne,. just a place I can always return to when my head's hangin' low.. All I need is a friend I can turn to, no one famous,.
Little green men coming out of paint cans,. Phosphate mines and Slaked Lime, 1966, he was sixteen,. it's Central Florida in the era of the dragline,. play it over the pit and dig up more of that green shit,.
The middle-aged rasta guy joggin' around gainesville,. middle-aged rasta guy joggin' around gainesville,. there's a middle-aged rasta guy joggin' around gainesville,.
Yes, I'm glad you made it,. 'cause I got a lot to say about a little country in the water.. See, they're not so happy on an island in the Caribbean.. The folks, their luck has all run out.
Fun like this could only be happening here,. my head on the TV set and my mouth on a beer.. Loneliness then death, wohohowowo.... and I don't care if you're three or you're thirty-three,.
We are all gathered here on the verge of thankless years,. to find out why we're lost.. And I don't think It's wrong if you find out where you belong.
Hello Boys and Girls this is Allastaire COokie. Welcome to Monsterpiece Theatre. babababa bababababababababababababababab. Wanna hear a little story? About the war and the glory.
Track 5, "Terror" -The sky is high with the living breath,. and there's a little bit of luck between alive and death.. The words I sing, they're very plain..
Hidden beneath. Any plans you made. Always, someone keeps getting in the way. . Its you, and its m. Shipwrecked and lost at sea. In the dark, in the deep.