Words like butterflies crash into my eyes. A kamakize flight right into my eyes. Words like razor blades slice into my veins. Exposing all my pain all that's left of me.
Like an ashtray. Hidden in. The corner of a room. That I'm not accustomed to. . Hope you don't mind. If you know what I mean. . Hope you don't mind. If you know what I mean.
I'm driving towards towers tops burning red. Sunny day and your real estate will drive me home. Stay off the main roads for me. Because I grew up in demo car city.
I'll sell you the things that you really don't need. You've gotta make your friends. Feel like you're prettier than they will ever be. . It's all subjective and it's all perspective.
It's always I feel I'm not sure if I can do anything else. And alcohol fills voids temporarily, it spills out, leaves the wound raw. I feel like hell, at least I know I'm back to my old self.
It's always I feel I'm not sure if I can do anything else. And alcohol fills voids temporarily, it spills out, leaves the wound raw. I feel like hell, at least I know I'm back to my old self.
Verse 1. They crowned you with thorns and nailed you to a tree. Stripped you of your pride and hung you high for all to see. They pierced in your side and they bruised your body.
It's good to see you baby it's been a long long while. We're both a whole lot older and seen a lot of miles. But thing are different now since the good ol days.
just a piece of a dream. is all i can hold on to. just a little touch. would mean so much from someone like you. . just the slightest indication. from your heart, give a sign.
I got a star on my car and one on my chest. A gun on my hip and the right to arrest. I'm a guy who's the boss on this highway. So watch out what you're doin' when you're drivin' my way.
I've been a fool to let you do the things you did to me. And it's easier bein' lonesome now than it used to be. Now that I am a lonely man from all that we've been through.
I remember when I only cried. When I fell down. Everything was either black or white. But it's gray now. I remember when I learned of love. And the way she sings, and the way she sings.
There was blue green clay. On the banks that day. As we left the world behind. . It was upstream then. Like it's upstream now. In this livelong outside.
I stood under Ohio's skies. I could see the open fields for miles. I thought "what the hell am I doing back here again?". But now I'm trying to reassemble the things I kept and.
Waiting tables at your restaurant job. An old man reads the paper in the booth where I stop. To say hello when I'm in town. Ask a friend if you're around.
Meteor flower you settled in my life. Shine among the cut out stars and fireflies. Singing careful songs across a Technicolor night. Signals stronger pass between our silver satellites.
Room 421, an airport hotel. I know I should be sleeping. But it's too soon to tell. . If I'll fly out tomorrow. If I'll see her tomorrow. I hope that I will.
A beautiful dream. . I want to dream you. A beautiful dream. I want to hold you. In the dark it would seem. That no one sees me like you do. No one moves the way you move.
The day God closed her eyes. My mother says. She felt twenty angels. That came through the window and helped him to fly. . My sisters wept and I stepped.
Do you hear those distant voices. And sounds through the flames. The deafening drone of these clanking machines. In the lights it's the same. We're trying to free the sculpture from the stone.