You made my heart your home. So I snuck up on the rooftop. To peer down at you, through the skylight. To find that you were setting fires. . Who sets fire to their own home?.
When I look into your sad blue eyes, they whisper,. Love's been and gone.... It's the end of the line, we're wasting our time. I kiss you goodbye, now I can't believe I ever said that.
Artificial,. prosthetic hands,. sympathetic, but I'll put and end to this.. (ooo...). Can't keep fighting, do I have to keep fighting?. . Stop breathing..
You don't feel the pain. . Too much is not enough. Nobody said this stuff makes any sense. We're hooked again. . The point of no return. See, how the buildings burn.
When I wake up in the morning, there's no sun. there ain't no sunshine. "time heals the hurt" they say. ah! don't talk worn out, worn out words. I touched the sky to feed all my hunger.
As we creep along. The beat from our wings keeps us humming. To the buzz of our hives requiem. This comb will rot away, our queen is filled with eggs.
I see the world in a swirl of hues. But my favorite color is shame. . Tonight the sky is painted. Tonight the sky is painted melancholy. And the wind sings songs as if it would lament.
"...here's one for ya!.... ...woe! woe! hold your horses...". The boy wonder. . Everything's in the belly or between the legs. A savage in a tin of fruit, your only man..
I see the world in a swirl of hues,. but my favorite color is shame.. . Tonight the sky is painted.... Tonight the sky is painted... melancholy. and the wind sings songs as if it would lament.
Happiness is a place in the sun. Says dickie boy with a warm gun. Charlie darwin I believe you now. Put the monkeys in a uniform. Stormin' norman up on the hill.
Blue sky the waters clear. Our love's garden to tend and to rule. No fear mischief in the shadows waits. We have each other and time to kill. Eden.. We meet by the darkness the truth of our kiss,.
The thing is we live in fear. Fear of the monsters in control. Three legged machines that haunt my dreams. Machines made of metal so cold. . Could there be something to believe?.
Each man kills the thing he loves, by each let this be heard. some do it with a bitter look, some with a flattering word. the coward does it with a kiss, the brave man with a sword. some kill th.
I am afraid. Of the book of blank pages. God, I'm afraid. . It's my job to fill them. Too much responsibility. Yeah, need an interpreter. What am I trying to say?.
On the darkest of streets, at around eleven. The lights shine brightest, on avenue seven. From 'noho' to 'soho' they congregate. Gladrags and handbags we anticipate.
How could you understand. The way I feel about God?. How could you understand. Anything, about me at all?. . I am the wind, singing a sad song. I am a volcano and I'll hurt you all.
When you're sad and when you're lonely and you haven't got a friend. just remember that death is not the end. and all that you've held sacred, falls down and does not mend. just remember that de.
What if when the curtains go down. There is nothing and nothing?. Yeah, what if when the curtains close. . If there's a Heaven in the sky. I don't know why they'd ever let me in.
I think I've read this book before,. hardbound shiny cover,. pretty colors, but an ending. that's sure to disappoint.. It's not what you'd. expect when you.