When you were three, I was just four. You were the cute little girl next door. We played hide and seek, kissed on the cheek. Cowboys and Indians, you and me.
I've seranaded you a billion times. But you don't hear the tune. I'm singing tonight. I guess I must have wrote. A zillion lines. Just to make you see.
Risin' up, back on the street. Did my time, took my chances. Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet. Just a man and his will to survive. . So many times, it happens too fast.
Do you know all the things I've been through. Do you see what I have seen. I can't stop the world, but I can stop my actions. It seems I just can't stop my head.
Call the nurse. Call the nurse. I'm in pain, I'm in pain. Everything hurts. Vital signs. In horizontal lines. I'm lyin here. Lying here. Outta my mind.
Well I can't deny it. Don't wanna let go. Just wanna ride. High on ya love so. I got all the vibes that I need. Fills me up from my head to my feet. Well I can't describe it.
All I feel is you Your. sickness lonely kills me.. . All I hit-ren for me is you. Your weakness Give me Life.. . The **trade found so your mouth. Flows Directly into mine.
She used to tell me stories of bridges over waters. And when I finally arrive. I begin to fall asleep. Drown myself in petty prayers. San Francisco lost its charm.
THE PICKS ARE GROWN MAKES THIS PLACE MUCH COLDER. IT GIVE US SHIVERS THE WAY THEY SHED SNOW. TRYING TO FORGET, BUT WE CAN'T MUCH LONGER. THE SIGHT OF ANGER BREAKS SMALL GINGER HOPES.
LA UVA. . La uva,. Se acuesta cobra Libros de amor perdido. y se va hacia Ia calle. buscando el encuentro... .. ...Hacia uno mismo!. . La Uva, se acuesta sobre huesos de color azul.
You've got the water stuck in your mouth. You want to take it up but you just don't know how. You've got the demon stuck in your eye. You want to get him out but you just don't know why.
How many times must I have to paint. Over these mountains drawn of grass. When all you do is being wrapped in wit. Deeper than any wounded scab. . Burn it, burn it down,.
Whispering you stare. Wanting, you don't care. Kiss me, make me cry. How did I wind up here?. . Wishing you were dead. Why are you in my bed?. Ignore what's jeopardized.
Can you find last night for me?. Repeat what he said to me. Smell his breath on my neck. Can you taste him still?. . Nibbled skin, skin turns red. His eyelash lays on my bed.
Dying to scream. So I hide and sing. A disillusioned voyeur. Studying the sane. . God keeps whispering. In the devil's ear. Hallelujah. Things are getting weird.
Feels good. To wonder what I'm doing here. Feels right. Getting smashed with god all night. . Relax. Exploit my mind. To each his own king. Within his own tribe.
Written by leah andreone and rick neigher. You should close your eyes. When I close my eyes. The darkness starts to leave my head. I picture butterflies finding light.
Written by leah andreone, bob marlette, and john lowery. I could make some music touching you. Give me some kind of chance. What the hell am I to do. .
Get down, 'cuz down's okay. I gotta get that somethin' they had back in the day. Let go for good funk's sake. Take another hit can you make me shake?.
Crawl on my tongue. Breathe your life in my lungs. Dig in my ear. That's your voice that you hear. . Pick through my mind. You could use a surprise. Unlike the sun that sets.